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STRIPCLUB GHOST

I think he wouldn't go to a Stripclub in the Canon but my brain was working again lel. You can find more on my A03: Mrsparras

Moving to England to study abroad has always been your biggest dream since you were a child, so when you graduated and were old enough, you did it. You blessed Erasmus that you wouldn't have so much debt—well, at least you thought so, but in the end, you couldn't make ends meet.

So you decided to search for a job that you could do while studying that also fit with your busy schedule, so you started to work in a strip club in Soho under the promise that you would only be a waitress and nothing more.

You stood behind the bar counter wearing the skimpiest clothes you had and prepared drinks, and to your surprise, it was fun. Even watching the stripper from far away gave you straight-up BI panic; they were also beautiful and mature.

Surprisingly, you even got a lot of tips despite not dancing half-naked around the pole. The customers all called you Angel; being the youngest and most unattainable had its perks.

One day there was a new customer who wore a Ghost mask and was a brick house of a man. He was nice to you despite looking scary.

"Come on, Bunny, tell me why you are doing this," he asked while you served him a glass of his favorite Bourbon. He was nice, always left you a good tip, and was generous. So you didn't feel the urge to lie to him; why should you?

"I need to pay bills; food and rent are expensive in Manchester."

"I see," he said, leaving this time a 60-pound tip on his 18-pound Bourbon.

"Sir, it's too much."

"It isn't Bunny; buy yourself something nice with it, okay?"

And you did buy yourself a proper meal after a long time of only eating pasta with pesto, and it was delicious.

The next day, when you went to work, you got an offer from your boss: 500 pounds for a private striptease, 120 pounds more if it turns into a lapdance. You never wanted to do this; you couldn't dance, and you were insecure about your body. But it was easy money, and you could always bottom out if it was too much for you.

"The man left this costume for you behind." Your bodyguard gave you a bunny costume with bunny ears, white soft lingerie, and a bunny tail. Oh god, what a freak. Problem No. 2: It was at least 2 sizes too small, making your tits almost fall out.

You were curious to find out who specifically requested you, and when you walked into the private room, you saw Ghost. You were smiling; you knew you could trust him, and you would lie if you said you didn't develop a crush on him the last few weeks when he slowly became your regular.

"Ghost"

"Bunny"

"So, um, do you want me to dance?"

"I want you to be comfortable, but yes, I would love watching you dance."

So you began to dance awkwardly at first, but then you enjoyed it, dancing around provocatively, shaking your ass a bit in his reaction, and he enjoyed it. The half-hour stopped, and you were a bit sad.

"It was fun, Ghost."

"It was Bunny."

You thought it would be the last time you did this, but when your bodyguard told you Ghost requested you for the rest of the week, every day your vagina made this weird butterfly-clenching thing. You would dance for him every day.

So you began to dance with him every day, even being bolder and giving him a lap dance. You touched his strong abs while circling your hips around him. You were afraid that the fabric wasn't thick enough to hide your throbbing cunt.

"Love, please don't move," he whimpered.

You looked at him in confusion and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Bunny, no, just don't move."

You felt his massive erection under you, and you grinded against him again. "Do you mean because of this?"

"Stop it. I don't want to use your poverty for my gain."

"Did you call me a prostitute?" You asked him, feeling completely furious, and you would have fucked him even despite the money.

"No Bunny I'm just saying you're too good for me, okay? Im a dirty man; men like me aren't made for little sweet girls like you," he said before leaving you in utter confusion, horny, and alone.

You didn't think he would return the next day, but he did, and you refused his cash this time before going to the private suite with him.

"Why do you refuse my money? You need it, and I have enough of it."

"I don't want you to see me as a prostitute."

"I could never see you as less than an angel."

This time you didn't strip for him; you just sat on his lap and talked. He told you that he works as a police officer, even though you thought this was a lie, and you told him all about your native country, how you moved here, and how you loved it.

"All I'm saying is I don't think sex is good enough to pay for it," you claimed while laughing. The erection pressing against your thighs was something you already got used to.

"Then you were with the wrong men before Bunny; sex is great."

"It's okay"

He laughed, "You never had an orgasm before ?" his fingers trailed down on the thin fabric of your pants.

You blushed immediately and shook your head, grinding against his fingers for the smallest friction.

"That explains why you are so desperate, Bunny," he chuckled and left.

The next day, one day before your day off, you went to work again, instinctively walking to the private room where he already sat, this time shirtless. He was the picture of a perfect man with strong abs, and a blonde happy trail down to his thick erection that was only covered by his briefs.

"Sit down and give me a lapdance, please, Bunny."

You sat down on him, but this time he grinded against you, not you against him. You would love that sudden change, but you were a bit mad that he left you yesterday after calling you desperate.

"Tell me you want me, and I'm all yours."

"I don't want you," you lied to him.

"I think you want this, bunny. Don't lie to yourself." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck you hard and make you scream."

"No"

"Yes, you do," he insists, pulling down your costume to expose your bare ass. His hand traces the crack in your ass before dipping between your cheeks, pressing against your entrance. "Admit it, bunny. You want me inside you."

"No, I don't want you," but your body betrayed your stubborn act. You were soaking wet and a moaning mess for him. He was so hot and big, and all you wanted was to let him take care of you. Let him show you what a real man is.

"Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you regret it." His fingers begin to probe, seeking entry into your tight little hole. "Tell me, bunny. Have you ever been taken like this before? Fucked raw by a real man." He laughed at you, his voice sounding mean and dominant to his usual nice behavior. Maybe he had a stressful day, but did you care about what made you so lucky today?

"Good," he growls, finally pushing past your resistance and forcing his middle finger inside you. "Because I'm going to make sure you scream for me." His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts through the costume, pinching the nipple hard.

"Oh fuck, Ghost."

"That's it, bunny. Let me hear you," he demands, adding a second finger to stretch you wider. His thumb rubs over your hardened nipple as his fingers thrust deeper, searching for that sweet spot inside you. "You like that?"

"No," you moaned.

"Lie to me again, and I'll gag you," he warns, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. "Now tell me the truth." He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Do you want my cock inside you?"

You were thinking of lying again only so that he could gag you, but you needed him right now more than you needed anything in your life before. "Yes"

"Good girl," he praises, lowering his mouth to capture one of your nipples in a hot, sucking kiss. His other hand slides down between your legs, rubbing against your pleading clit.

"You've never felt anything like this, bunny?" He purrs against your skin, "You just want me to shove my cock inside you and claim you as mine, don't you?" He already knew the answer, and he was determined to give you your real first orgasm.

"I never felt like this before, Ghost."

"That's right," he agrees, standing up and pushing your legs apart. His hot breath is fanning across your wet folds as he stares down at his prize. "You're going to feel even better when I'm buried balls deep inside you."

Your pussy clenched and throbbed, and now he saw the evidence of your lust.

"You see, bunny," he says with a chuckle, "your body knows what it wants." His thick cock is at your entrance now, slowly pushing inside. The head teased the tight ring of muscles before finally breaking through with a small groan from both of them.

"Oh god, it's too big." It was bigger than the dildo that you had at home, but you liked the burn and to be filled.

"That's because you've never had a real man inside you before," he growls, starting to thrust deeper. Each movement hits your sweet spot and makes your insides clench around him. "You like that, don't you? Feeling my cock stretching you out?"

"Ghost, im going to cum," you whined as he started to stroke your hard nub while he fucked you restlessly.

"Good," he says, picking up the pace. His hips slam against yours as he takes you hard and fast. The chair creaked under their combined weight. "You're mine now, bunny," he pants out between moans. "Say it."

"Im yours, Ghost," you moaned. He continued the abuse on your pleading clit, leaving soft hits on it before starting to circle it again how you liked it. He read you like a novel that needs to be analyzed. He tried to interpret every movement of yours and intesed his flicks against your clit until you finally came, screaming and crying. Your head fell against his neck, and you bit it like a feral animal. Fuck you thought what has gotten into you.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, he leaned down to kiss you roughly. His free hand squeezes one of your breasts as his cock continues to pound into you. "This is how a real man fucks." Simon picks up the pace even more, grinding against you as his hips smack against your perfect ass.

The head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, again and again, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Fuck,"

"Ghost, please." You started to whimper, being completely cock drunk.

"Please, what, bunny?" he asks between moans. His thrusts become even more erratic as he loses control. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked while his eyes turned darker at the thought of claiming you as his, his little innocent bunny.

"Yes"

"Yes, bunny?" he asks teasingly. His free hand left your breast to snake down between your legs, teasing at your clit. His cock is throbbing inside you as he takes you harder than ever before.

"Yes, yes, please." You started to beg, and you felt a bit pathetic.

"Yes, what, bunny?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

"Cum inside of me, Ghost."

"You want me to cum inside you, bunny?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His thrusts become even more erratic as he nears his climax. "Tell me how much you want it."

"So much, Ghost," you whined.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice laced with need. His cock is throbbing inside you as he reaches his peak, filling you with his hot cum. "Say it, bunny." You were in orgasmic bliss, clenching around him as he erupted inside of your willing womb. You took everything of his big cock and cum so eagerly, almost greedy, afraid someone would steal it from you. I'm yours."

"Tomorrow at 8 p.m., I will pick you up; we are getting dinner."

You looked at him confused, and he only chuckled, "Did you think I fucked my perfect girl and let you leave then? No, we are going out; well, only if you want to go on a date with this old perverted dog."

"It depends on whether you are ugly behind the mask."

"Quite the opposite, love."

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cap-ironman · 1 year

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Cap/Iron Man Remix 2023 works unveiled on March 10

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REMIX EXCHANGE ★ My Dream, Your Nightmare (Again in the Dark Remix) (616, E, 1414 words)

Tony wakes to an empty bed and remembers a time when he was betraying Steve, because the world was threatened to be destroyed by incursions.

Remix of Dreams and Nightmares by Missy_dee811

★ Unexpected Heat (Pole Dancing Man Making It Rain Remix) (Marvel Adventures: Avengers, T, 1667 words)

Tony worries about Steve during their mission at a local strip club, but he finds he should have other concerns instead.

Remix of Make It Rain Emerald Bills for Me by ralsbecket

REMIX RELAY

★ Flying with Love (It's Always Aliens Remix) (Avengers Assemble, T, 1380 words)

When Tony and Steve go flying and run into aliens, Steve has unpleasant memories. At least Tony is there for him.

★ Time Is Right (The Remix) (616, G, 2418 words)

A time agent needs help with fixing something - and for some reason he needs Tony Stark for the job.

REMIX MADNESS

★ Consequences Of Living With Tony Stark (Consequences Of Living With Steve Rogers Remix) (MCU, M, 1162 words)

Living with Tony Stark is not at all how Steve thought it would be. It is, in fact, much better. The only problem is that Steve is in love with him, and decides to keep his feelings to himself, afraid of ruining their friendship. That is, until he catches Tony touching himself and moaning his name.

Remix of Consequences Of Living With Steve Rogers by MayBiTheWay

★ Reaching Inside An Armored Heart (Avengers Assemble, G, 3881 words)

Realistically, asking Tony Stark out on a date was a big deal, Steve knew he needed to do some convincing, but not in a million years he’d think Tony’s answer would be this certain, this final. But he was not about to give up on this, on Tony.

It's just that there have been more pressing things to deal with at first, like return of the Skull or MODOK...

Remix of An Armored Heart by ishipallthings

★ watching seabirds fly (Nightcap Remix) (MCU, not rated, 1060 words)

A beach wedding had sounded romantic. (In which Steve and Tony sneak away for a moment by the beach on their wedding day, and deals are made).

Remix of Nightcap by Neverever

★ Your Mouth Gives Me Bad Ideas (Kidnapping Day Remix) (MCU, T, 3445 words)

The first time Steve kisses Tony, it’s in the cockpit of the Quinjet, right in the middle of Tony insisting that no, I’m fine Rogers, I don’t need to go lie down, and someone needs to fly this contraption properly. He knows it’s a bad idea before it even happens—he kisses Tony anyway. (Or: 5 times Steve kissed Tony even though it was a terrible idea, and 1 time it wasn't a bad idea at all)

Remix of Kidnapping Day by navaan

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punkymonkeehat · 10 months

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Danny Phantom Cryptid AU! Should I put the fanfic on AO3 or Fanfiction.net? I'm still a new fanfic writer so idk where the hip places are for posting. Let me know what you think though! :) here's a scene of Sam researching a new anomaly!!

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Sam stretched her arms and back, sighing as she felt the pops of her bones. She was hunched over her laptop for hours researching the anomaly they saw earlier that day. Luckily, she would have no distractions due to the boys tracking down information on it to classify it. It had been a while since she was by herself, and she was grateful for it.

Droning goth music danced from her speakers. She kept it low enough so it wasn't too loud, but just enough to fill her head. Music always helped her focus. Sam reached for the veggie platter she bought that morning when they three friends went grocery shopping to replenish the van. She was able to get some oat milk and veggie burgers, finally having a little healthier of a snack than vegan chocolates and veggie fries. It always surprised her how much junk food she could eat with her diet.

Sam scrolled through the website, pausing for a moment. "Interesting..." She murmered, removing the pen from her ear and scribbling down the information. "A dual minded ghost. I wonder...?" She tapped the pen on her lower lip, scrolling again.

"The Ghost of Liberty Library is said to split in two, with different halves possessing its own unique ghostly energy. When split, the entity has been seen with two opposing ecto-signatures, where the one had a somber pulse, and the other had a more aggressive pulse. When ghost hunters have encountered the dual ghosts, they were coaxed in by a crying half, only to be chased out of the building or have strongly negative interactions with the other half. The Ghosts have never been seen completely alone and have often been seen as one singular entity. When combined, the spiritual energy in the location is too intense to bare, and most ghost hunters refrain from entering the premises."

"Hmmm..." Sam thought. "This might be tricky..." She pulled out her phone, ready to dial an expert in entity type, and stopped after spying a familiar number. She couldn't help but smile and open the text

"Miss you 💓🌹💗"

It was Paulina. She also sent a picture of her and her friend Star at a concert, both with big smiles on their faces and peace signs. Sam messaged back.

"Miss you too. Hope you're having fun! Let me.know when you get home safe 🖤🦇"

After a small pause and a sigh, she went back to work, dialing another number. The phone rang about three times until the person on the other side picked up.

"This is Valerie."

"Valerie, hey! It's Sam."

"Oh hey Sam! It's been a while since I've heard from you guys." The excitement in her voice was bright. "Where are you guys now? How are the others? Danny hasn't pissed any entity off from talking too much yet, right? And has Tuck finally worn that new beret i sent with the last care package?" Sam laughed, smiling big. It had been almost two months since their last conversation. With being in so many dead zones, it was close to impossible to keep a good signal. Luckily, the gas station parking lot they settled in for the night at had wifi and a solid four bars.

"They've been fine, but still the same old Danny and Tuck. Luckily, Danny hasn't caused any more issues than he usually does... although, when we were studying a gathering of small gnomes in Northern Nevada, he accidentally tripped on their king. You can't really come back from something like that." Laughter bellowed out from the phone. "And Tuck loves the new beret. He hasn't taken it off since he got it!"

"Good! I paid a good amount for it!"

"We're currently at a gas station in Eastern Colorado. It's probably the most drab place we've been to so far. I didn't know there were some places without telephone poles... im glad this place has some service and decent wifi." Sam could hear the smile and humor in Valerie's response.

"There's a reason you don't hear too much about the area. Tell me when you see a coyote and a roadrunner."

"You'll be the first to know," Sam said, with a half smile. She lifted her paper to look at her notes. "The reason I called is to ask you about a ghost category. We're currently investigating a case out here and got a blip on the Fenton Finder. It's a new anomaly, which means it's from the portal explosion, so we're planning on cleaning up the damage. The only thing is, though, this ghost is a dual-minded ghost. It's two ghosts that are also one. I haven't seen anything like it before and the sites and books I have haven't given me any more information." Sam switched the phone to her other ear. " I'm not sure how we should address it without some kind of idea of what we're dealing with. Have you run into something like this before?" There was a small pause and a ruffling of papers on the other end. Usually a good sign...

"Hmmmm... I'd be lying if I said I hadn't heard of it. There aren't many cases like it. I haven't seen any in my hunts, though, not even in the ghost zone, but according to one of my papers, it's more than likely an entwined energy issue. Now, that could mean they were bonded in real life, past lives, molded together after the explosion, which may be the most likely option, any meddling of other entities, or even an intentional entwining." Sam shuddered at the idea. Two souls forced to always stay together was a horrifying prospect. "How does it respond to the human world?" Sam finished writing down the information before answering. She told the other in detail what she had learned.

"That sounds... intense. My guess is a couple from the past? Maybe some grief between the two? The aggressive part might be what is protecting the somber part from harm? Being able to separate is unique, though... Let me do some more research and ask around. There has to be another hunter that may know about this. Maybe see if Danny could communicate with his ghostly friends?"

"I'll ask him when he gets back. Thanks, Val! I'll let you know if I find any more information that'll help."

"Anytime, Sam, and back at ya. Tell the others I say hi?"

"Of course."

After their good byes, Sam turned back to the computer. Most sites said the same thing over and over again, repeating the same story with the same sightings. She rolled her eyes. "They keep stealing from each other..." She mumbled, scrolling more. After about a half hour, there was a swift knock on the van's back door before it flew open. Danny and Tucker climbed into the back, hauling in their gear.

"Hey guys, I just called Val, and she says-"

"The guy's a loony!" Danny growled, kicking his shoes off his feet. "An absolute fruit loop."

"We seem to keep finding them. I blame you for being half ghost." Tucker responded, opening the mini fridge they hooked up to their makeshift home. Danny gave him a confused look.

"What's that got to do with anything?" He asked, changing his shirt. He threw the dirty one on the coach and wrestled the clean one on.

"Hello? Weird attracts weird!" Tucker said, rolling his eyes. He opened up a container and snagged a spoon. "Dude, I mean, half your friends are also ghosts."

"You're one to talk..." The dirty shirt flew and landed on Tuckers head. "Mr. 'I'm-obsessed-with-technology-and-can't-function-without-even-a-pager'." Tucker tore the shirt off his head and glared at the other. He put his container down and started towards Danny, putting him in a headlock. Right as he did so, and as the roigh housing began, Sam sighed and hit her head onto the table.

And just like that, all of her peace and quietness was gone.

#danny phantom #phandom #sam manson #tucker foley #danny phantom au #phantomcryptidau

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xiaq · 3 years

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Hi, I have a question re:sex and Christianity. Small background: I still go to church, and I still live with my parents even though I'm not much younger than you, because housing is very very expensive where I live (pretty common here, I would say about 2/3 of my friends live with their parents and we are decently privileged kids)

Anyway. How does one get over purity culture? To be clear, I've never been told in church not to have sex, I've never gotten the gendered lessons that you got. But I am terrified of having sex. My first real, multi-year relationship just ended and while there was hand stuff etc, there was never any p in v sex (lol I feel 12). But I still had insane anxiety about being pregnant despite being on bc. And I think its because I know my parents would be so disappointed if I had sex. And if I was pregnant I could imagine all the gossip. And honestly I think im from a pretty open church, b/c one of our previous ministers kids recently got married at 8 months pregnant and lots of church people were at the wedding and supportive and her parents were there and everything.

I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???

(Asking because it seems like you've been pretty open about purity culture/removing yourself from it)

CW for sex talk (again)

How does one get over purity culture?

Oh man. That really is the million-dollar question, huh? Obviously, I can only answer re my personal experiences, and this is something you should talk to a therapist about, but I can tell you how I’ve tackled it with my therapist at least.

Purity culture is, at its core, an ideology that is perpetuated by shame. If you’re indoctrinated into purity culture when you’re a kid, the concepts become baked into the way you construct your identity, your perception of self, and your perception of your sexuality. It’s practically intrinsic, by the time you’re an adult, to feel shame any time you’re reminded you have a body, much less a sexuality.

According to the chapels I sat through every week as a kid, a girl's body could be 3 things: an intentional stumbling block for men, an accidental stumbling block for men, or unnoticeable. Women were to strive for the third option so as to keep their (and their male friends/authority figures) purity intact. After all, if a boy, or even your male teacher, had impure thoughts about you, it was your fault for tempting them (which, holy shit. I still can’t believe that was a thing I bought into for so long. If my 45 yr old grown-ass teacher had impure thoughts because he could see my 12 yr old collarbone, that sure as hell wasn’t my fault. But I digress.) The Only time a woman’s body can be something else, is when she gives it to her husband, at which point she must suddenly flip the switch in her brain that she is now allowed to be a Sexual Being and she must perform Sexual Duties despite living in outright fear of her own body and sexuality for years (decades?) up until this point. Jesus take the wheel.

Purity culture isn’t a thing you can just decide to walk away from if you’ve grown up in it. Because its ideology is insidious and internalized. So first you need to submit to the fact that you’re going to be fucked up about sex. It sounds like you’re there. Second, you need to interrogate what you believe. If you’re leaving religion behind entirely, you’ll approach removing yourself from purity culture differently than if you still identify as a Christian. It sounds like you might be the latter, which meant, for me, separating what’s actually biblical and what’s shitty, contrived, doctrine that I was told is biblical but is actually more political than spiritual. This helps you address the shame issue.

You need to throw away I Kissed Dating Goodbye and Lady in Waiting and all those ridiculous books you read and reread in the hopes of somehow obtaining impossible marriage perfection and look into actual scripture interpreted within its historical context. I could write a book on this, but the TL;DR is that the text of the Bible was written, translated, curated, and changed multiple times over thousands of years by human beings with human biases and, often, personal and/or political agendas. It contradicts itself! Reading it as it is—a flawed historical document—rather than some sort of God-breathed perfect document—is incredibly freeing. When you do, you’ll probably realize that purity culture is bullshit on a spiritual level. Which is a good start, if that matters to you. Because any time you start to feel shame or guilt you can ask yourself: does God actually care if I wear a bikini or touch a dick I’m not married to? Probably not. Wear the bikini. Touch the dick.

The most important therapy session for me was when my therapist asked what I would do if I got to heaven and God was actually the God I’d been raised to fear. What would I do if he condemned me for being bisexual and having premarital sex and becoming educated, for arguing with men, and failing to isolate while menstruating, and wearing mixed fabrics? If Montero had come out at the point, I probably would have said I’d pole dance down to hell. Instead, I said I would spit on heaven’s gates. If a god that cruel and that pointlessly demeaning really exists—a god who would create in me condemned desire—I won't worship him. The good news is, I’m 99% sure he doesn’t exist. At the very least, he isn’t supported by scripture.

Okay. The final thing you need to do is figure out what you actually want, sexually speaking. This bit is probably the hardest. I’m still in the early stages of this myself. You say: “I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???” Bro, I wish I had an easy answer for you. For me, whenever I’m feeling anxious about Sex Things, I tell myself: 1. My God does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 2. My partner does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 3. I do not equate my worth to my sexual habits. It seems silly, but reminding myself of those three things is massively helpful. If, after I’ve sorted through those, I’m still anxious or uncomfortable, I stop doing the thing. I evaluate. Am I overwhelmed and I need to try again some other time? Do I just not like the thing? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Sometimes you change your mind. Sometimes you just don’t know. That’s why having a partner who you trust and who’s willing to patiently explore your interests (and respect your disinterests) is so important. Half the battle, for me, was having a partner who told me they’d be ok with no sex at all. Because that took the pressure off me. If the bare minimum they need is nothing, then anything more than that is a bonus! Hooray! This is maybe TMI, but let me tell you. I thought I was asexual* right up until I was able to have moderately non-anxious sex. Never in my life did I think I would initiate a sexual situation but… I do now. It’s a fun thing to do with a person I love and, holy shit. I am furious that I nearly missed out on it.

Finally, re birth control: I don’t know how you can approach that fear in a way that works for you. If you don’t want to ever have penetrative sex, that’s fine! If that’s a point of anxiety you can’t get rid of, then don't push yourself to do it. If you find out you like other sex things, do the other sex things! If you don't like doing any sex things, don't do any sex things! Also, have you considered sleeping with people who can’t get you pregnant? Always an option if it’s an option you want to consider. ;)

Okay. I hope this was even a little bit helpful. Sorry if it’s a little convoluted, I typed it up in bursts during my work breaks.

*This is not at all to say that asexuality can be “fixed." Rather, it’s to say that things like purity culture can drastically confuse your sexuality in general. If you’re asexual, then this process is still important to discover what you like/dislike. Then you can be explicit about those necesities and find a partner who’s a good fit (if you want a partner at all, that is).

#purity culture #sex talk #christianity #sex and relationships #sex and religion #mylife #answered asks #aspec #cw sex

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spencereliotwinchester · 3 years

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Red Stud (Part 1/3)

Title: Red Stud

Author: Kat

Reader Gender: N/A

Word Count: 8700

Summary: A look at how Jensen met Misha and began their journey. Partner to Submissive but can be read by itself.

Warnings: AU, Sub!Jensen, Dom!Misha, Humiliation!Kink,

A/N: Seriously, not for the faint of heart. No hate. Inspiration belongs to @impala-dreamer

Thank you to @deansbxtch for being my beta

Character: Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins

Tags:

@dr-dean @drarina1737 @zombitch-cas @teamfreewill92 @winecatsandpizza @bees0are0awesome @sierra-grace1227 @chenshemesh1 @weepinghollywoodatsupernatural @im-in-every-fandom-fangirl @rosescarlett @pandazombie69

“What are you doing this weekend, Jensen?” Jared asked as they walked to their ten a.m. biology class.

“Nothing. Maybe doing that ‘American Ideals’ paper for the capstone class,” Jensen responded, heaving his backpack into a more comfortable position. “Why did we take half our classes on Friday?”

“To have Mondays and Tuesdays off,” Jared laughed. “Anyway, there’s a rave happening at this club I know of. Wanna go?”

“A rave? Like, an actual rave, not a house party?”

“Yeah! They have strippers until Midnight, then it turns into a Rave. It goes until the morning I’ve heard. They also have some BDSM rooms, supposedly, but you have to be a member to go in there.”

“What’s the cover?” Jensen asked.

“Fifty,” Jared said.

“That’s cheap for Vegas.”

“That’s the whole point! Anyway, what do you think?”

“As long as you don’t kidnap me into a BDSM room, I’m fine,” Jensen joked.

“Ugh,” Jensen groaned. The taste in his mouth made his stomach turn over. It was like something had crawled in there and died. He sat up, careful to extract himself from the unknown man in his bed. His ass still had a dull throb from the previous night.

Slowly getting out of his bed, careful not to wake up his partner from last night, Jensen made his way to the bathroom of the apartment he shared with Jared. He could hear the sounds of throwing up from inside.

“Jare, I’m coming in to brush my teeth!” He hollered, opening the door.

Jared wasn’t the one in the bathroom. A brunette was heaving over the toilet.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” He said. She looked over at him.

“You’re naked,” She stated.

“Sorry,” he said again, and shut the door.

The door to the apartment opened and Jared came down the hall with a drink holder of coffee. He handed one coffee to Jensen, who took it with a word of thanks and took a drink.

“Still throwing up?” He asked, nodding to the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah,” Jensen responded. “I’m gonna go put on pants.”

As he pulled on a pair of soft sweatpants, the man still in Jensen’s bed stretched and then sat up. Jensen handed him his coffee. The man took a deep drink and handed it back.

“Thanks,” he said, getting up and stretching again. “What a party, eh?”

“Wild,” Jensen agreed. The man’s deep voice and electric blue eyes brought a memory of last night to Jensen’s mind.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I’ll bet that’s all you want, filthy slut!”

“Yes, Sir! Please fuck me!”

“Oh, fuck, it’s nearly three!”

He stood up and quickly dressed, gathering the pieces of clothing that had been tossed into various parts of the room.

“Got any cologne I can borrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, on the dresser,” Jensen responded, watching the man get dressed. When the man came up to him, Jensen realized he was nearly as tall as he was, with dark, disheveled hair, and those electric blue eyes that made Jensen feel as though he could see right through him.

“Thanks for last night,” He whispered, Jensen smirked and they kissed.

“See ya around,” Jensen said when they broke apart, though he knew he wouldn’t.

“That party was insane,” Jared said as they sat down on the couch in the small living room.

“I don’t remember much,” Jensen grunted.

“You’ll get some pieces back like usual.”

“Did we… Take anything?” He asked.

“Besides a shit load of alcohol? I don’t think so,” Jared responded absently, scrolling on his phone. “Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“We gotta do that again,” Jared sighed, happily.

“I won’t,” a female voice said. The girl had come around the corner, purse in her hand. “Sorry for spewing my guts out.”

“You okay?” Jared asked.

“Yeah. I’m gonna go,” She turned to Jensen. “You should get on a pole more often.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t remember?” She asked, then continued. “You got up on stage and swung yourself around the pole like you’d been doing it for years.”

“I did what?” He asked, incredulous. Jared snickered.

“It was pretty awesome,” Jared muttered.

“Shut the hell up!”

A few days later, he got a text from an unknown number. He was studying in the library.

I can’t stop thinking about you stretched around my cock, those green eyes rolling up into your head.

He looked around, worried, but no one was nearby.

Who is this?

It could be any of his one night stands from the last few weeks.

I’m offended, we had such a good time the other night! - Sir M

It must be that blue eyed man he met at Frenzy. What did he say his name was? It had been something strange. Another message came through.

You were such a good slut for me. I’d love to have you for myself. - Sir M

Jensen blushed to himself. He didn’t usually sleep with the same person twice. He thought briefly about making an exception. It had been an amazing night. Most of the pieces of the night had come back. The blue eyed stranger had dominated over him, easily taking complete control of their time together. Jensen had thoroughly enjoyed it. As the memories floated to the forefront of his mind, Jensen could feel that his cock was hardening. Another message.

I’ll bet you’re so hot and bothered right now, thinking about the way I owned you. - Sir M

Jensen finally texted back.

Yes, Sir.

It became tradition, each month Jensen and Jared would go to a Rave night at Frenzy. They would stay until the place shut down at 5 a.m. and then crash until late afternoon. Sometimes they brought dates home, sometimes not. Sir M and Jensen continued to message each other. Sir M could be very domineering, even over a simple text and it sent thrills of excitement through Jensen’s body.

About a week after his one night stand with Sir M, Jensen walked into the studio shyly, it was his first time here. He’d been curious about pole dancing ever since that girl had told him how well he’d done.

“Shoes off please!” The teacher, Jaz, behind the desk said sharply. “No outside shoes on the studio floor. Please sign this waiver and set your yoga mat down next to one of the poles.”

Jensen ended up loving pole dancing, going to class three times a week in between his college classes and working a part time job. One day after class, about six months later, Jaz called his name as he was walking out the door.

“Yeah?” He said, walking over to her, his bag slung over his shoulder and a yoga mat in his hands.

“You’re still pretty new, but I know you like to go to Frenzy every so often. They get a lot of their talent from this studio and they’re holding closed auditions for a new male act. I was wondering if you wanted to audition? You’re one of my only male students and I think I have just the song for you.”

Jensen stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open.

“Oh, I don’t know,” He said eventually, “I mainly do this for fun-”

“Strippers there, especially males, make upwards of $500 a night.”

That was more than Jensen was making now, way more. He thought for a few moments, then relented.

“Let me know what to do.”

Three Saturdays in a row, he practiced one on one for three hours with Jaz. On the fourth Saturday, they ran through the entire routine twice. Jensen was sore, tired, and out of breath.

“You’re ready,” Jaz said excitedly. “I think you’ll take the job easy.”

“You… Sure?” Jensen said between gulps of air.

“I’m damn sure. You’ll knock ‘em dead this afternoon!” She gave Jensen a quick hug and began to ready the studio for her next class. “Make sure you drink plenty of water-”

“And eat plenty of protein,” Jensen finished, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. “I know.”

That afternoon, Jensen arrived outside Frenzy at 1:30. Auditions started at 2. He showed his paperwork to the bouncer at the door and was let in. The place was a little unnerving when it was mostly empty and the lights were all on. He made his way towards the Rave Hall and saw a check-in table. He walked up to the two women. One looked up as he approached.

“Here for an interview for the bouncer positions?” She asked.

“Uh.. no,” he said, caught slightly off guard. “I have an audition for pole dancing.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Sorry! Um, name?”

“Ackles,” He said.

“Got it. Locker rooms are that way,” She pointed. “Follow the signs. They’re still doing female auditions, so they may be running slightly late. Do you have a song?”

“Yeah,” he handed over a CD with his name and audition number on it, then made his way to the locker rooms.

As he got dressed, his nerves started to send butterflies to his stomach. He pulled on a pair of tight black cycling shorts and a plain black t-shirt. He had decided to go barefoot for this audition. From the information he had received, there would be a panel of judges and they would ask him a few questions before he danced. Jensen noticed as he waited for his name to be called that most people were doing slow and sensual songs, sometimes even emo. This made him slightly more nervous since Jaz had chosen a fast song for him.

“Next up is Ackles! Ackles to the stage!”

Jensen took a deep breath and then stepped out of the curtain onto the stage. He stood next to the pole and blanched slightly. It seemed like most of the auditioners were staying in the room after they’d auditioned to see the rest of the performers. Jensen only saw three other men in the audience. Then he looked at the panel of judges. Two men and a woman sat there.

The man in the middle had electric blue eyes. Electric blue eyes that made Jensen feel as though he could see right through him. Electric blue eyes that Jensen recognized. Sir M. It knocked the breath clean out of him.

“You used your real name?” The bearded man asked, rolling his eyes. “What’s your stage name?”

“I..I don’t have one,” Jensen stuttered, shrugging.

“Oh boy,” he said in annoyance. “Any tattoo-”

“Red Stud,” the blue eyed man interrupted.

“What?” the bearded man snapped. “Collins, are you in-”

“No, I’m just giving him a stage name. Red hair and just look at those muscles! Yummy.”

“Red Stud, I guess it works,” The man turned back to Jensen. “Tattoos?”

“N-No,” Jensen sputtered, he started to think this had been a mistake. He grabbed the pole, noticing it was on spin. He could do the routine either way, but doing it on spin was harder.

“Why do you want this job?” The woman asked, speaking for the first time.

“I love to dance,” Jensen said smoothly, he was aware his voice had become more even and slightly huskier. “I can dance, and I want to make money doing what I love.”

“Well, I think we’d love to see!” Sir M clapped his hands together. “Go on.”

I saw him dancin' there by the record machine

I knew he must a been about seventeen

The beat was goin' strong

Playin' my favorite song

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me, singin'

As soon as the music started, Jensen felt right at home. As if he were back in the studio practicing with Jaz. The loud guitar strums and drum set blasted through the speakers and Jensen opened “I Love Rock N’ Roll” by flexing his biceps, rolling his hips, and showing off his muscles, visible even under the t-shirt, to the various parts of the room. People started clapping along with the beat. When the lyrics started, he climbed the pole to the top, stopping at the end of each line to do various hangs to show off his strength, flowing with the hard rock.

I love rock n' roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock n' roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

Once he reached the top of the pole, the chorus started and Jensen folded over and around the pole, holding an attitude position before quickly hip-switching to a sundial. He pulled up and inverted into a Fang, spinning quickly with the music before doing a cartwheel dismount.

He smiled, so I got up and asked for his name

"That don't matter", he said, "'cause it's all the same"

I said, "Can I take you home where we can be alone?"

And next we were movin' on

He was with me, yeah, me

Next we were movin' on

He was with me, yeah, me singin'

He pole walked once, before unveiling his next climb. Jaz had spent the majority of their first session teaching him this complex no legs, hand-over-hand climb until Jensen could do it perfectly without falling. Jensen was surprised to hear cheers. He climbed, doing a pull up at the end of each line of music until he was at the top of the pole again. He quickly maneuvered into a cross-legged sit so his arms were free.

I love rock n' roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock n' roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

Jensen tore his shirt in half splitting it down his chest, then took it off and flung it at the blue eyed judge. He then inverted into a crucifix and nose dived down the pole. Jensen gracefully dismounted as the music faded. He took a bow to the cheering audience before turning his attention towards the judges. Jensen became all too aware of the sheen of sweat covering his face and chest and felt his cheeks reddening - it had nothing to do with the workout he’d just done and everything to do with Sir M staring at him.

“I...I thought Jaz said you were new to pole dancing,” the woman said in awe.

“I mean, I’ve only been pole dancing for about six months,” Jensen responded, shrugging. “Should I go?”

“Can you dance like that tonight?” Sir M asked, his voice deep and vibrating.

“I- What?”

“Can. You. Dance. Like that. Tonight?” He asked again, more slowly, like Jensen was hard of hearing.

“I’d need a new black t-shirt… but yeah, I can,” Jensen felt even more blood rushing to his face.

“Then the job is yours. You’re on at midnight,” the bearded man said. “Be here no later than 11.”

As he was walking out, he heard his name called. Turning, he was shocked to see Jared.

“Since when do you dance?”

“Six months or so,” Jensen said, looking away from Jared.

“Dude, you’re insanely good!”

“Uh...Thanks. Why are you here?”

“Got hired as a bouncer!” He said excitedly.

“Dude, that’s awesome!” Jensen exclaimed. “I gotta go call Jazzy and tell her I got the dance slot and then get ready for tonight.”

“I’ll see you tonight! It’s my first night too.”

Jensen was able to meet most of the other dancers that night in the locker room. It turned out that there were only three other male dancers, so everyone shared one locker room. A girl came up to Jensen. She was dressed in a red thong and red corset. She had blonde hair that was curled in large spirals. He recognized her as the female judge from earlier.

“Hi, Red,” She said, smacking some gum and winking at him.

“Hey,” He nodded.

“Come on, I’m gonna show you the ropes and rules. I’m Cherie by the way. So, tonight. They’re just going to have you open the Rave with your routine, but people will still throw tips at you. Each of us also has a jar at the bar where people can place tips, too. Don’t forget to empty it before you leave for the night. If you have any problems with patrons on the floor, grab one of the bouncers. After a couple weeks, you might do some dancing for tips, or they might have you out on the floor to do lap dances and such. I dunno, Mish will let you know.”

“‘Mish?’” Jensen asked.

“Misha Collins?” She looked at him incredulously. “Big blue eyes, stubbled jaw, orgasm inducing voice?”

“Oh, him.”

“Yeah, him. Let's get some makeup on you.”

Jensen fidgeted as midnight approached. His butterflies were even bigger now and he worried he’d mess up the entire routine. As the acts neared his, the music got faster. Cherie was just before him in the lineup, her song started, ‘Cherry Pie’ by Warrant. Jensen warmed his body and put grip aid on his hands. Cherie came through the curtain. She had removed the corset during her act and was down to her red thong and pasties.

“Good luck, Red,” She winked at him.

He swallowed hard and entered the stage through the curtain. A few whistles met him.

“Please welcome to the stage, our newest dancer. His debut performance right here, right now! RED STUD!” the emcee announced.

‘I Love Rock N’ Roll’ started and Jensen began his routine. He only slipped once and it was barely noticeable. Cheers and applause met him and he bowed. Then, he quickly picked up the cash tips that had been tossed onstage and exited. He’d made nearly $250 from tips he’d picked up off the stage.

Jensen made his way to the bar after he put on another black shirt from his locker. The lights shut off completely and black light turned on. Glow sticks lit up the room. A thumping bass beat blared through the speaker. Jensen sat down at the bar in an open seat and waited for the bartender to see him. The bartender came over to him.

“What can I get ya?” He yelled over the thick bass beat.

“Shot of whiskey!” He yelled back. As he went to hand over a ten, a hand caught him. Jensen turned to see Misha standing right next to him. He was wearing a red t-shirt that was a size too small and stretched dangerously over his shoulders. Up close, Jensen was able to see just how handsome the man- Misha- really was.

“On the house!” He yelled to the bartender. “And make it two!”

Jensen and Misha tapped glasses and took the shots together. After four more shots each, Jensen was feeling much more free and relaxed. Misha tapped his hand against his shoulder.

“Come with me!” He yelled.

Misha dragged Jensen into the Rave and they began to dance together. After the second song they were both drenched in sweat and the alcohol was really hitting Jensen’s head. He hadn’t eaten anything in a few hours. Misha raised his hand to his mouth and swallowed. Then raised his hand to his mouth again. This time he grabbed Jensen’s face and began kissing him. Jensen opened his mouth in surprise and Misha shoved his tongue in and Jensen felt a small pill. Guessing what it was, he swallowed and continued to make out with Misha.

Within ten minutes, the drug was taking effect. Jensen began to feel remarkably loose, happy and floaty. Misha was grinding against his ass and Jensen didn’t mind one bit. The music thrummed heavily through his head, his heart speeding up to match the rapid music. The bass beat dropped and Misha was reaching around palming Jensen’s half hard cock through the shorts he was wearing. His moan was lost in the music as he leaned back into Misha’s solid body.

Then, Misha was pulling him along, through the waves of people. They reached a door on the other side and Misha pushed him through it. They were in a back hallway and Misha pushed Jensen into another room. The lights flicked on. Noise was completely silenced when the door closed but Jensen’s head pounded with the remnants of the bass line.

“Should we be in here?” Jensen asked, eyes widening as he took in the sight of the room. It was a smaller room, but it was beautiful and dangerous. The walls were red, the carpet was plush and black. A few sex toys were scattered around and Jensen could only imagine what was in the armoire at the other side of the room. There was also a double bed in the corner behind the door.

“It’s my private room,” Misha said.

“A private room?”

Misha came up behind him and began kissing and nipping at his neck. Misha grabbed the hem of Jensen’s shirt and dragged it over his head before going back to kissing his neck. Jensen moaned lightly.

“Owning the place does have its perks,” Misha growled, his voice low and lust-filled.

Jensen turned to face Misha and pulled the other man’s shirt off. Misha pulled Jensen over to the bed and pushed him down on it. As Misha kicked his jeans off and leaned down on top of Jensen, something clicked into place.

“Are you a Dom?” Jensen asked.

“You could most certainly say that,” Misha laughed.

“I’ve never really… Except that night with you and I don’t remember everything.”

“Well, it’s up to you, but I promise I’ll make it worth it if you stay, Boy,” the voice slipped down a few notes and Misha reached a hand into Jensen’s hair and pulled lightly. A rush of pleasure flowed through his body. Jensen moaned. “What are your limits?”

“Nothing too crazy, I’m, uh, pretty vanilla you could say.”

“Vanilla it is, but next time we do things my way,” Misha smirked before kissing Jensen again. Blood rushed to his face and his cock, making his brain spin. He laughed into Misha’s mouth, the feeling of euphoria enveloping him again.

As Jensen began to swim into consciousness, he squeezed his eyes shut more tightly. His head was pounding, his muscles ached, his ass hurt, and his mouth was as dry as the deserts surrounding Las Vegas. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room. He had no idea where he was. The room was lit softly through thick curtains. The walls were a cool grey and matched the bedding. An unopened water bottle was sitting on the nightstand and Jensen grabbed it, cracking it open and taking a deep drink.

“I was thinking I was going to have to come wake you up. It’s nearly five,” Misha’s voice startled Jensen, and he looked around to see Misha standing in the doorway.

“I’d have been up at three if you hadn’t slipped me Ecstasy,” Jensen grumbled. “Where are my clothes?”

Misha walked over to the closet and stepped inside. He threw a shirt and a pair of jeans on the bed.

“You only had on those pole shorts when we came home,” Misha answered. “Take those. They should fit okay.”

Jensen got out of bed and stumbled sideways. Misha caught him. He became suddenly dizzy and shut his eyes trying to clear the feeling before it made him hurl.

“You okay?” Misha asked.

“Just a bit dizzy… Stood up too fast,” Jensen grunted. He slowly put weight back on his legs and got dressed in Misha’s clothes. They smelled like leather and cologne. An image of Misha pushing his cock into Jensen’s mouth came to mind.

“We should get some food in you,” Misha said. “Do you want to have dinner with me?”

“Sure,” Jensen said, his stomach snarling at the thought.

“Everything okay?” Misha asked.

“When you said ‘have dinner’ I thought you meant a dive bar or a diner or something…”

“Oh no, Sweetness, when I dine, I dine in style.”

“I’m not really appropriate-” Misha cut him off.

“Nonsense. Come on.”

The maitre’d greeted Misha by name and led them all the way to the back of the restaurant to a private booth. A waitress dropped off water, smiling at them before gliding away to the kitchen. Jensen fiddled with the menu, slightly uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” Misha asked in his low, gravelly voice.

“Just nervous,” Jensen mumbled.

“Listen, about last night-” It was Jensen’s turn to cut off Misha.

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Well… Good, then,” Misha said. “Are you good to go on tonight?”

“Of course,” Jensen waved a hand at Misha.

The waitress arrived with an appetizer.

“The usual, Sir?” She asked Misha. He nodded, then the waitress turned to Jensen, but Misha interjected.

“Let me order for you.” It wasn’t a question.

Jensen, shocked, nodded at him jerkily. Misha whispered into the waitresses ear and she gave him a nod before vanishing again. He turned back to Jensen, and put a hand on his scruffy face. Jensen suddenly had butterflies in his stomach again.

“So what are you into?” Jensen blurted out the question.

“Huh?”

“You know, like you have a private room at Frenzy- Hell, you OWN Frenzy. You’re a Dom, you asked my limits…” Jensen trailed off.

“I’m into things you couldn’t even dream of,” He said, darkly. Jensen shivered. It was strange, the way Misha could make him feel both scared and aroused at the same time. “But for the most part I’m into Dom/sub.”

“Like, whips and chains and ‘Master’?” Misha chuckled at the look on Jensen’s face.

“I’m more into the relationship, the power exchange, not the punishments, and I prefer to be called ‘Sir,’” He responded. “You know nothing of BDSM if you’ve just watched porn.”

Misha began explaining the mechanics and the true BDSM scene. Jensen became much more interested, and aroused, as Misha explained the true relationship between Dominants and their submissives. He never figured this sort of scene would be up his alley, but the way Misha had made Jensen beg for release last night…

“You’ve barely touched your food,” Misha stated. “Eat.”

Jensen did so. Misha smirked at him, his eyes were filled with lust and approval.

“What?” He asked.

“You absentmindedly enjoy being told what to do. I just had a very intriguing thought,” Misha said in a hushed voice.

“What?” Jensen was even more confused.

“Let me introduce you to being submissive. I think we’d be a good match. We like each other and damn you’re just yummy. I can’t get enough of you.”

Jensen looked down at his mostly empty plate, his mind was hesitant, but his cock was thoroughly interested in the idea of having sex with Misha again.

“Try it,” Misha pressed. “If you don’t like it, no harm no foul… But I think you’ll fall in love with it.”

“Fine,” Jensen relented, telling himself he could try something new. “We should get going. I need to go home and shower. I also need to work out a little. I missed my afternoon class today.”

“Want a ride home?” Misha asked.

“That would be welcome,” Jensen whispered.

Jensen finally got back to Frenzy at ten pm. He opened his locker and saw a jar of tips. The jar from the bar. Jensen groaned, knowing he would probably be in trouble with the bartender for forgetting to pick them up. He then pulled his phone out of his locker to check it. He had a message from Sir M.

I need you to open and close the dance acts next weekend. Open with a slow, sensual song for me? Then close with your regular routine. Next week you work Wednesday thru Sunday. W & Th & Sun 7p - 3a.m. Fr & Sat 7pm - 12:15 am, then you’ll join me in the Member’s Club -Sir M

He immediately texted Jazzy to find out if she could help him with a new routine.

We can practice this week, I’ve got a good one for you. I’m here btw! To see you perform.

That week was one of the hardest of his life. He even skipped a few classes at the college trying to get some rest between the club, school, practicing a completely new song, and texting Misha. He barely even saw Jared except at Frenzy.

Friday evening came and Jensen was a ball of wrecked nerves. He was exhausted, but got a jolt of excitement at the thought of performing a slow song just for Misha. The emcee was beginning to announce the acts and Jensen’s whole body buzzed with nervous excitement.

“Let’s open up with Red Stud!” The emcee yelled.

Jensen took the stage and a few whistles broke out above the chattering crowd. He sat down in front of the pole, back pressed against it and nodded toward the emcee. “You’re the Best” by Wet played through the speakers as Jensen began to go through the choreography Jazzy taught him. It was slow and sensual, just what Misha had asked for. Most of the choreo had him on the floor, using the pole as just a prop, instead of being on it the entire time. He ended the song on the floor, in a shoulder mount with his legs split. People clapped, cheered, and whistled. Jensen collected the money on the stage and went back to the locker room, to rest and get ready for the closing act.

After the closing act, Jensen got a t-shirt on and went out into the now Rave Room. As he approached the bar, he saw Misha talking to a few patrons. One girl was draped over his shoulder and a hotness spread through Jensen’s body. Jealousy. They had never said they’d be exclusive, Jensen reasoned, but he still wanted to toss the girl into what was now becoming a mosh pit.

He grabbed a couple shots from the bartender, downing one right after the other. His eyes were trained on Misha at the other end of the bar, the jealousy burning through his veins, just like the whiskey he’d shot down. He finally shoved himself from the bar, deciding he could play the same game. He disappeared into the rave to find a partner for the evening.

As he was grinding with a stranger, he felt a hand fist the back of his shirt and yanked him back. Jensen was shocked, he looked around and saw Misha was the one who had his shirt. He was surprised at the roughness and then saw the look on Misha’s face.

His jaw was clenched and eyes were narrowed in anger. There was fury written into his face. He caught Misha’s eye for just a moment and saw only rage in the flashing blue. Misha shoved him through the same door as last weekend and into his private room.

“Think you’re funny?!” Misha spat as all other sound was drowned out. Jensen opened his mouth but a single flash of Misha’s eyes and his voice died in his throat. “Grinding on some stranger right in front of ME? You’re mine!”

Something strange happened at Misha’s words. He was slightly scared, very much confused and then a shooting feeling of arousal coiled through his belly. Jensen found his voice.

“You had women all over you at the bar! We never said we were exclusive,” He strained his voice to keep it level.

“I wasn’t the one out on the dance floor practically having sex!”

“You were last weekend!” Jensen cried, aware that his words were making less sense.

“You’re MINE, Boy!” Misha barked. The arousal came back, harder and stronger than before.

“Promise?” Jensen breathed.

Anger melted from Misha’s face. He looked confused, then a grin broke across his face.

“What?” Jensen snapped, but the anger was melting completely and being taken over by desire.

“You liked it.”

“Liked what?”

“Being called names. When I called you ‘boy’ I saw your cock jump in those tight shorts. You like being humiliated,” Misha looked at him fondly. “I’ll tuck away that information for later.”

They ended the night a lot happier than it had started, the fight completely forgotten, like the clothes all over the floor.

Jensen was sitting at Misha’s kitchen table. A laptop, books, notebooks and folders were spread out around him. Jensen had his forehead pressed to the cool wood. He’d spent the better part of three hours trying to write a paper for his english class. What does each room color symbolize in Mask of the Red Death? Discuss. Jensen then thought of the two ten-page papers due at the end of the semester. A Topic of Your Choosing Using Compare and Contrasting Methods and How are American Ideals Still Relevant in Today’s Day and Age?

He groaned and lifted his head up. He found Misha standing against the counter to his right. Misha was wearing a suit, crisply ironed, with a khaki top coat over it. From the looks of it, Jensen figured it was probably cashmere.

“Looks like a tornado came through,” He indicated the mess on the table.

“More like a typhoon. I’m drowning in this.”

“I wanted to talk to you about some things, but it can wait if you’re too busy.”

“Please, I could use a break from this.”

“Now that we’re going to delve into this relationship, I want to lay out a couple rules for you to follow,” Misha sat down at the table and looked at Jensen seriously. Jensen nodded. “Number One, you call me ‘Sir.’ Number Two, you don’t cum unless I say so. Number Three, do not lie to me, EVER. And Number Four, is this.”

He took a small, leather-bound book from the inside of his topcoat and set it in front of Jensen. Upon further inspection, it was a journal with lined pages. Jensen cocked an eyebrow at Misha.

“I want you to keep a journal. At least one page per day, more if you feel like it. On the first page,” Misha flipped the book open, “I’ve written some prompts I’d like you to start off writing about, so we can hone and mold our relationship together.”

“So, I’m drowning in homework… And you give me more?” Jensen said, indicating the haphazard papers that littered the table.

“I guess so, yeah. Got a problem with that, Boy?” Misha’s voice dipped into a commanding voice.

“No,” Jensen responded.

“No, what?” Misha’s voice dripped with venom.

“Uh, no, Sir,” Jensen looked down at the table.

“Failure to follow my rules will result in punishment, and trust me, punishment does not equal pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen said, nodding his understanding.

“That’s my good slut,” Misha said, patting his hair. Misha and Jensen had found out fairly quickly that the pet name turned Jensen on to no end and Jensen felt a swell of happiness each time Misha used it. “I have a meeting. Be good.”

As Misha left, Jensen looked at the table. He rolled his eyes in frustration and grabbed the journal. Opening it to the first page, he saw Misha’s handwriting. It was slanted, neat, almost calligraphy

What are your likes and dislikes in the bedroom? Discuss.

How are you currently feeling about our relationship? Write this subject weekly

What do you want from a sexual partner?

What do you need from a sexual partner?

There was a hard line penned into the page

Only Jensen may write, unless he gives permission for me to respond.

This is Jensen’s safe space to write what he needs.

Jensen will never be judged for what is written.

Jensen looked between the journal and the three college papers he was working on. He groaned and pulled the laptop towards himself, deciding to write a little more about Mask of the Red Death before trying to fill out his journal.

The first room is blue, which symbolizes Poe’s own depression…

“You know, maybe he just liked the color blue!” Jensen yelled at the empty house. He tossed The Works of Edgar Allan Poe across the kitchen.

I’m honestly not sure how I feel about the relationship with Sir. I’ve barely met him but I feel like I’ve known him for a long time. I’m nervous and scared, but also aroused…

Jensen felt extremely weird writing in the journal at first, but once he got the first few sentences out, a bunch more were written. He ended up with three pages. By the time Jensen finished his journal as well as the Poe paper, it was nearing 5 pm. Jensen stood and stretched. It was Monday, so he didn’t have work and he didn’t have class: college or pole.

He felt like he hadn’t seen Jared in forever. At least, the last time he saw Jared outside of work or school. They never really had time to talk while busy studying and working. Jensen texted Jared.

Where are you?

Video Games was the response.

Jensen was getting ready to head over to his apartment when a thought struck him. He quickly texted Misha.

I’m going over to the apartment to hang with Jared.

Home by 2am came only a few seconds later. Jensen set an alarm on his phone to go off at 1.

Jensen had only been by the apartment a couple times in the last two weeks and that was only to grab some clothes, his toothbrush, and school things. Jared hadn’t been home. He was splayed across the couch, playing COD. Jensen grabbed a controller and joined the game. As they played, he couldn’t help but feel a sort of tension between them. After about half an hour, Jared shut the game off.

“Drink?” Jared asked stiffly.

“I’m gonna drive back to Misha’s later,” Jensen said. “Is something up?”

Jared finished his own beer and grabbed another one from the fridge. He scoffed.

“What?” Jensen pressed.

“You know, dude,” said Jared, turning to him. “I don’t even know what to say. You get this job at Frenzy, end up in the back room WITH THE OWNER, and then disappear for three weeks. What the fuck, Man?”

“It’s not like that-” Jensen started before Jared cut him off.

“That’s how it looks from my angle! You’ve never been that kind of whore! Tell me, is it true? Are you Collins’ new bitch? I have never known you to sleep with a partner more than once, but now that it’s some rich dude...”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Jensen tried to explain, but he realized Jared must have been drinking most of the day; he wasn’t usually this hurtful. “What?” Jensen was taken aback as he comprehended the last sentence.

“That’s what I heard. That’s what everyone at Frenzy is talking about. You hopping in bed with the owner. Man, I knew you liked to sleep around but this...”

“Jared, I’m sorry, dude. Let me explai-”

“Explain what? Just answer the question, Jensen!” Jared yelled.

“We’re in a relationsh-” Jensen started to yell.

“It’s been three weeks and you’re basically moved in with him! Do you know how worried I’ve been? I would’ve called the cops if I hadn’t seen you at Frenzy!”

“I’m fine, Jared! What? Can’t bear me actually being happy?!”

“You’re a goddamn idiot! You have no idea what this guy’s intentions are! Sure, we’ve all done one night stands, but this… This is a whole new level, even for you,” Jared had gotten right into Jensen’s face. Jensen didn’t back down. The hurt was pumping through his body and he stabbed Jared right where it hurt.

“You’re the one who almost killed yourself over Gen leaving you!” Jensen shoved Jared hard. He didn’t react fast enough to the fist that connected to the side of his head.

“Get. The fuck. Out,” Jared snarled.

Jensen had to sit in his car for fifteen minutes before the dizziness finally passed enough for him to drive to Misha’s...To home. When he pulled into the driveway, he could see the lamp on in Misha’s bedroom. He felt relief at the sight, not wanting to be alone after his fight with Jared. He let himself in the house and went down the hall to Misha’s room. He hesitated for a few seconds before knocking on the door.

“Enter,” Came a distracted response.

Misha was propped against the headboard, wearing only his boxers. He was reading Things Fall Apart by an author whose name Jensen couldn’t begin to pronounce. He felt that, in a way. That his life was falling apart around him. The room began to blur and shift and Jensen clenched his hands at his side. It had been a long time since something like this had happened. His head began to buzz loudly, like angry bees.

“Jensen?”

The room began to come back into focus, but then thoughts of the night and the last month of his life overwhelmed him and the room spun wildly, his heart raced, and tears fell from his eyes. Misha was at his side, steadying him.

“I need. My medicine,” Jensen was almost hyperventilating. “In my bag.”

Jensen curled up on the floor, holding himself until Misha came back with a prescription bottle. He popped it open and handed Jensen one pill. When shaking hands, Jensen put the pill into his mouth and swallowed. It would take about ten minutes for the effect to settle in and calm him down. With arms stronger than Jensen imagined, Misha scooped him up and set him down in the large bed.

“Shh, just breathe,” Misha soothed.

As time passed, Jensen felt his heartbeat begin to slow and his breathing evened out. He became aware of Misha holding him with one arm, the other carding through his hair. The feeling was soothing, comforting. When he felt he could, Jensen sat up and faced Misha.

“Panic attack?”

Jensen nodded.

“That may have been something you should have told me about.”

“I haven’t had one for two years,” Jensen whispered.

“Did it have something to do with the bruise that’s darkening on your face?”

“I had a fight with Jared,” He explained.

“Obviously. What about?”

“This. Us,” Jensen said, apologetically. “I should go lay down. The medicine makes me insanely tired.”

“Stay. I want to keep my eye on you.”

Jensen hadn’t stayed the night in Misha’s bed since their second night together. Jensen felt a swoop of anxiety, but then Misha brought a hand to his face, and it melted away. He leaned into Misha’s touch.

After a moment, Misha got out of bed and beckoned Jensen to do the same. He set the book carefully on the nightstand and pulled the covers back. He indicated to Jensen to get into bed, then slid in after him.

“Why do you have panic attacks?” Misha asked.

“When I was little, and my Mom and Dad were still together, they fought, like, all the time. Downright screaming matches. Their fighting started causing panic attacks. So, now whenever there’s arguing it can cause an attack.”

“I guess the fight just really affected me. I shouldn’t have said some things,” Jensen sighed deeply.

“We’ll have to be careful. Everything will be okay,” Misha soothed.

The light clicked off and Misha spooned Jensen, his arm wrapped around his waist comforting him. Jensen pushed himself back into Misha’s chest and within minutes, the exhaustion from the day as well as the medicine pulled him into sleep.

Jensen woke the next morning, groggy and feeling like his head was too heavy to lift. He was alone in Misha’s bed. Slowly, he sat up. He noticed a small piece of paper on the nightstand on top of the book that Misha had been reading. He grabbed it.

I will be in my office when you wake, taking care of some work. Eat some eggs and toast and meet me when you’re through. -Sir

Jensen went to the guest room he’d been calling his own. He slipped into the bathroom attached and did his morning routine. He then made his way to the kitchen, wishing he knew where Misha kept the Tylenol.

As Jensen ate breakfast, he scrolled through his phone lazily. The group chat he was in with the other guys and girls had blown up the previous night. Jensen scrolled through quickly, getting the gist of what had been discussed. He paused, however, when the chat shifted.

Cherie: It’s almost Mish’s Birthday y’all. What are we doing this year? Another showcase?

Brad: Maybe, he never gets tired of watching us dance.

Ariel: What if we did a choreographed routine with all of us? We could do it on the weekend of his birthday.

Michelle: Ooo I like that. Unless @Red Stud has a better idea?

Brad: That’s a good idea. Everyone meet at noon at Frenzy tomorrow. Come with song ideas.

Cherie: Great idea! See everyone then?

Shit. It was almost eleven now. He quickly finished breakfast and packed a bag. Then he went to Misha’s office. Jensen knocked on the open door.

“Enter,” Came a reply.

Misha was sitting behind a large carved desk, looking through a stack of papers. He glanced up at Jensen.

“Where are you off too?” Misha asked.

“Uhh,” Jensen hesitated, not knowing if the birthday party was a surprise.

“Don’t lie to me,” Misha reminded him suddenly, fixing him with a blue-eyed stare that seemed to read his mind.

“Okay, I’m meeting the other girls and guys at Frenzy-”

“Ah, yes. My birthday,” Misha rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I just wanted to give you this and ask you to fill it out. I’m filling one out, too. We will compare them and make necessary changes before signing.”

Misha slid a thick packet towards Jensen. He walked to the desk and picked it up. Standard D/s Contract - Misha Collins was the title. Jensen felt his cheeks heat up.

“Okay,” Jensen said, slipping the contract into his gym bag.

“Okay what?” Misha snit.

“Sorry. Yes, Sir,” He amended. Jensen walked around the desk, so he was directly next to Misha, who had gone back to his report. He gave Misha a soft kiss on the cheek which he accepted.

“Tell the girls and boys not to worry too much. I think I’ll be getting exactly what I want for my birthday already,” Misha threw him a quick, dirty look.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Be good, Slut.”

Jensen closed his eyes for a moment, letting the heat pool in his belly. Then, he left to get to Frenzy. He seemed to be the first one there, surprisingly. He changed, then warmed himself up quickly. He walked out to the stage and placed his phone off to the side, hitting the “Play” Button on the song he wanted. The slow guitar started and Jensen began swaying his body to the music, body rolling on the pole, doing slow spins.

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am home again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am young again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am fun again

“I think Red should do the choreography!” He heard the yell, it startled him and he lost grip on the pole, landing painfully on his elbow.

“I have no idea how to do choreography,” Jensen said tersely, sitting up and rubbing his aching elbow. He looked around and saw Brad, Cherie, and Michelle, who seemed to be the one who’d yelled.

“Yes, you do,” Cherie said. “I know you can. Just by watching that performance, I know you can.”

Everyone filtered in and then Cherie called for silence.

“I think Red should do choreo,” Michelle said again.

“All in favor?” Cherie asked. Everyone except Jensen yelled ‘Aye!’

Jensen groaned.

“Now, what song should we do? Fast or slow?”

“Slow,” Jensen said. “I’m a lot better at slow choreo. Jazzy’s the one who usually choreographs for me.”

It took nearly an hour before they’d settled on a song. Jensen huffed, it wasn’t a very slow song, but he could work with it.

“Give me a half hour to figure out what we’re doing,” He grumbled, grabbing a pad of paper from behind the bar.

Jensen played Breathe on Me at least five times, stopping and starting and writing the choreography on the pad. He called Cherie over and went through it with her. That way she could teach group one and he could teach group two. After about two hours, Jensen called it quits for the day.

After a long shower, Jensen settled down at the kitchen table to do his homework and try to go through the large contract Misha had given him that morning. He’d gotten his english paper done, his journal written in, and was just staring at the front page of the contract when Misha arrived.

“Slut,” He greeted, flashing a smile his way.

“Sir,” Jensen nodded at him, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’ll be in my room. Have fun.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jensen, in his limited free time, had been doing a lot of research into proper BDSM etiquette and rules. As Jensen read through the contract, filling in the blanks, he was all too aware of his cock hardening. He palmed himself as he went through the listed kinks and fetishes and circled ones he’d be willing to try. One line of the contract kept playing through his mind.

Above all, the primary duty of this submissive is to please.

Jensen grinned to himself. He had a sudden idea, and it sent warm heat through his body as his heart sped up. He hoped this would work, because if not, he’d be having a hard time following Misha’s rule not to cum without permission.

He walked down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. The door to Misha’s room was open and Jensen dropped to his knees just outside the threshold. He put his hands on his thighs and bowed his head, closing his eyes. He’d seen this pose on a website as one of the accepted sub poses. He itched to call out, call attention to himself, but he pushed the urge down, stubbornly. Jensen waited.

A calmness washed over him. His breathing and heartbeat slowed, the thought of pleasing Misha helped him ignore the numbness in his knees. Finally, Jensen heard an intake of breath and the swish of sheets rubbing against pajama pants. Jensen kept still, unmoving. He fought the urge to snap his head up. To meet those blue eyes that could read his mind.

“How long have you been here?” Jensen couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body at the soft, loving tone. Misha was right next to him. A hand rested on Jensen’s head. Jensen leaned slightly into the touch before remembering to keep his pose. Words were lost to him.

“Speak,” Misha’s voice was still soft, but had an authoritative tone that Jensen couldn’t ignore.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. It could have been five minutes or three hours. The time had melted away, had become meaningless.

“What do you need?” Misha asked.

“To please you,” spilled from his mouth.

“Good Slut.”

A sense of pride swelled inside him and a jolt of arousal coursed through his cock.

“Crawl in here and take your position,” Misha guided him to an open space in the bedroom.

When Jensen had resumed his pose, he listened intently, trying to figure out where Misha was and what he was doing. Misha’s hand curled into his hair, lifting his head. Jensen struggled to keep his eyes closed, but his lips parted slightly as his breathing quickened. The soft, velvety head of Misha’s cock brushed lightly against his lips. A shiver went down his spine. Sure, he’d sucked guys off before, even Misha, but never like this.

“Is this what you want?” Misha asked, his voice low and growly.

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen whispered.

PART 2

#jensen ackles #misha collins #jensen x misha #cockles #dom!misha #sub!Jensen #humiliation kink

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hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!

hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.

back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!

also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:

azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)

izumi: what do u mean by that???

me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma

anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...

oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.

i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play

Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c

the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.

AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!

lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c

of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.

I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.

And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.

BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .

(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)

But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.

I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.

ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.

and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh

but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.

OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!

The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!

"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much

AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"

But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....

your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.

Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT

And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.

Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT

And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.

THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....

Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c

but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!

Hope you'll like the winter play :3c

Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!

#ichafantalks a3 #sonnets of beauty #ichareply

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ririnpoga · 3 years

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OK UH UH UH

I was tagged by @soysaucemachine on this thingie meme thing to put uh my wip’s names EXACTLY as they are on the folder and like. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh *stares at the pile of 59 shit i have to write* Anyways lets gO as always people can ask me about one of these wips or some shit ig idk most titles are me having 7 different mental breakdowns at the same time so yeah

1. toga watches mlp and this is the hill i die on. dabi does too ig 2. COULD HAWKS FEATHERS POTENTIALLY WORK AS TENTA- *B O N K* 3. LoV work on a literal shopping mall and dabi works at kfc the saga 4. LoV work on a literal shopping mall and toga works at starbucks the saga II 5. LoV work on a literal shopping mall and shigaraki decays it down the saga III 6. The bunny stops shigaraki oh fuck oh no shes hot what am i gonna do ha,,,,, 7. toe 8. WHY AM I WRITING VOCALOID FANFIC IN 2021 I 9. The depressed scientist, the sadist doctor and the dumbass vet, all in love. White coat trio. 10. i rlly think antarc should have a polar bear for a pet considering how theyre literally ice on the anime 11. the hair dreamworld thing for padpa which will have 10 chapters or some shit. fuck. WHY DO THEIR HAIR LOOK SO FLUFFY I WANNA SCREAM 12. why am i writing vocaloid fanfic in 2021 part two electric boogaloo 13. ghghhghhhhghhghhgh FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS AGAIN. 14. i rlly think dabi should learn how to pole dance yk 15. daddy rick astley/reader 16. uh 17. DREAM/BILL 200K ENEMIES TO LOVERS TUMBLR SEXYMAN HIGHSCHOOL (not actually 200k. probably.) 18. WHY THE FUCK AM I WRITING VOCALOID FANFIC IN 2021. PART III 19. do i really want to try and write dumbass ace attorney fanfic 20. toe (2) 21. VILLAIN OCHAKO GOOD. gay 22. dabi and toga have a type and its literally bird 23. LOVE LIVE FANFIC? 24. apparently yes ace attorney fanfic 25. THIS HIGHSCHOOL IS LITERALLY HELL I WANNA CRY its not even a highschool like think about it its a small kids school plus teens plus adult what is this does this has a na 26. demon/angel good but make it bnha 27. demon/angel good but make it 28. SANS/ONCELER 29. toe (3) 30. furry haha 31. I FOUND THIS PAIR ON ACCIDENT WHY IS IT SO FUCKING GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD 32. vocaloid fanfic part 6 i wanna cry what is this 33. lets make a highschool idol group~ *star* NO FUCK YOU 34. update they make the hs idol group 35. UPDATE THE SCHOOL BURNED DOWN. 36. update theyre dating now ig (all of these are the same fanfic but different chapters, but alas im too lazy to yk, write only one chapter at a time) 37. sonic/komaeda 38. demo angle 39. dabi stop adopting children i know my apartment was literally empty and only had like a bathroom and a bed but you cant just randomly bring 4 children home and say theyre ours now 40. hawks where the fuck are the children 41. CAN WE GET AN F ON THE CHAT GAMERS 42. toe (4) 43. i rlly think padpa would drop out of school to work on vocaloid to be completely honest. hs aus fun because they never get homework as opposing rela life 44. A 45. i will never finish this 46. VOCALOID FANFIC. PART 8. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 47. DASHCON AU DASHCON AU DASHCONA U DA 48. wow did i actually write something for my oc huh 49. was happy feet a movie 50. DANGANRONPA F-FANFIC,?????????????????? 51. no no you will not eat my girlfriend 52. ok this one is actually a fairy/demon 53. dashcon au but for the other fanodm 54. i just think dabi would catfish men into giving him money and hawks would be a simp yk 55. more rarepair content because toga deserves it 56. steals your peepe 57. toe (5) 58. vocaloid fanfic part 10 i wanna cry 59. im babey im taggin @peachygos because u r the only person i talk with here ;)

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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No Particular Place To Go

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Summery: Roger takes you on a drive

Warnings: None really. Some swearing, some talk of sex but nothing explicit, driving without a seatbelt

Words: 1724

A/N: I didn't really plan to write this but I was sitting on a bus listening to my 50s playlist today when No Particular Place To Go by Chuck Berry came up on shuffle and it inspired me. Something short and cute to tide you over until I can finish one of the other things i'm working on.

Also did you know seat belts weren't compulsory in the UK until like 1983!

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie

You knew it was Roger’s car coming down the street the second you heard the growl of the engine. It didn’t have the low whine of the woman next door’s car or the sickly chug of the one from across the road that pissed Roger off every time he heard it. He strongly believed a car that nice should belong to someone who’d look after it properly and not the prick who had it. As if to prove that he made sure his own set of wheels was at its cleanest and smoothest running whenever he picked you up for a date. You weren’t sure if it was a pride thing or just a determination to be better than annoying assholes or if it was because he’d caught the guy checking you out one hot afternoon. Whatever the reason it kept things interesting. And stopped Roger from outright punching the guy. Plus it meant you could recognise Roger’s engine within seconds, having heard him purr his way to your door every time you had a date. Which is why you were already skipping down the front steps before he could step out of the car. “Hi love,” he grinned as he pulled you into a hug, “you ready to go?” “Yeah, where are you taking me?” “On a drive,” He shrugged as he pulled the front passenger door open for you, “nowhere particular. Just thought it might be a bit of fun, you and me and the open road.” “Sounds very romantic Rog.” “Damn fuckin’ right it will be.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he shut the door and made his way round to the driver’s seat. He looked bemused as he glanced over and saw you buckling your seatbelt. “You are the only person I’ve ever met who bothers with that thing.” “You say that like you meet hundreds of people every day when we both know that’s not true. Honestly, I can’t believe you don’t buckle up. The number of scrapes you’ve gotten into.” “Hey! It’s not that many,” he half laughed as he pulled out onto the road. “There was like three last week if I’m not mistaken – the pole you hit when you were reversing, that scratch you spent hours buffing out from that little red car you got too close t-” “Okay okay, point taken. But,” he glanced in the mirror as he pulled up at an intersection, “counter argument.” It was a good thing the road was quiet because Roger leaned in to kiss you softly, fingertips dancing over your jaw, making you entirely forget what your third example was. If you hadn’t been sat in the passenger seat of a running vehicle you would have been more than happy to let Roger keep kissing you. But, instead you whispered his name against his lips the first moment he pulled away long enough for you to get the word out. “Said you were gonna take me on a drive,” “Technically I did.” “Only three streets from home,” “Exactly, three whole streets. Haven’t gone too far to turn around yet,” “Rog, c’mon,” He sighed and leaned in for one final kiss before he faced forward again, looked right and left and then kept driving, “You sure you don’t wanna head home?” “Get me more than three streets away and you’ll get more than a kiss.”

The sun was beginning to set as you reached the highway. Roger had stolen a few more quick kisses at various red lights and stop signs, but for the most part he was well behaved. You fiddled with the radio as he drove, trying to find a decent station to listen to as you got further and further away from home, singing along to whatever songs you landed on between bursts of conversation. It was while you were singing along to an advertising jingle you’d heard a thousand times that you caught Roger looking at you. “What is it?” “Nothing. I love you,” “I love you too, Rog,” A giggle was pulled from you as Roger threw his arm around you and tugged you to lean against his side, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. It did absolutely nothing to stem the rising urge to kiss him again. But he was driving and, now that you were out of the backstreets, there were more cars around to be mindful of. So you leaned your head on Roger’s shoulder, fingers twitching in your lap with the desire to get closer, to hold him properly, no steering wheels or seat belts in the way. You tried to distract yourself from those thoughts by suggesting you play eye spy or something similar, but the game didn’t last long. The dying light made it harder and harder to see things clearly enough and, though you thought you were doing an admirable job of keeping yourself under wraps, Roger wasn’t doing so well. His breath was coming noticeably harder and seemed to catch in his throat whenever you leaned your head against his shoulder, his voice was rougher, and you could have sworn his pants were a bit tighter than they had been when he got into the car.

When you noticed the first stars appearing in the sky you spoke up, “should we pull over?” Roger nodded and jerked the car onto the grass on the side of the road. You hoped he hadn’t done something stupid and got the wheels stuck but the thought was driven from your mind when the noise of the engine died down. “Been wondering when you’d ask instead of making all those cute little needy sighing noises. And you’re nipples have been poking through your shirt for so long now it’s a miracle I stayed so focused on the road.” “Shut up and kiss me again,” Roger’s face broke into a grin as he did as you’d requested, clearly as eager to get his hands on you as you were to touch him. He twisted towards you more as his tongue ran over your bottom lip, one hand cupping your face. His other hand dropped down to your chest, pinching and squeezing over your shirt. Your arched into him as much as the seatbelt would allow, torn between grabbing him back and undoing the belt. Your nails scraped over the release button, bumping against Roger’s as you both fumbled with it. But neither of you managed to hit it properly, the belt staying tight. You let out a breathless chuckle that Roger happily swallowed as you moved your hand up to his jaw, letting him unbuckle you. He groaned softly when there was no pop and shifted in his seat. “Stupid fucking thing,” he mumbled against your lips as he tried a second time to release you. When he was met with the same problem he pulled away, focusing all his attention on the buckle. “Rog, what are you doing?” “It’s not….You try, I’m at a bad angle,” You rolled your eyes, “Y’know if you used yours more you’d know how to get them un- Fuck. It’s not working,” “What?” “Rog I’m stuck. Your piece of shit car has me trapped,” “Hey, she’s not that bad,” “Mmhmm, sure,” you tugged on the belt, the panic rising in your chest and not being able to get loose, “because everyone knows the good cars have these sorts of problems,” “Stop talking shit about the car, you’ve obviously buckled it wrong. Give me a second,” Roger said in response to your look, flinging his door open so he could run around to yours. He wrenched I open hard and bent over your lap to try and get a better look as he once more attempted pressing the button in. It didn’t budge. “Well?” you pulled on the belt again. “It’s gone all stiff, I need more leverage I think,” he half climbed into the car, only one leg remaining on the ground outside and tried to put more of his weight into it. You burst out laughing, unable to hold back at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Roger joined in, his face falling against your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Is there anyway you can just fuck me like this?” You asked, through the laughter, wiping tears from your eyes. “Don’t think so. Maybe I could get my finger’s in there?” A fresh burst of laughter took you both over, Roger stumbling backwards out of the car again.

When it finally passed the worry kicked back in, your chest tightening at the thought of never being free. It was the same feeling you got when your head got stuck in your shirt. “What are we going to do, Rog?” Roger looked you over, scratching his head, “I don’t know. Something.” “That’s not helpful. I’d really quite like to not be stuck like this for the rest of my life, thanks.” “We’ll get you out, just keep trying while we drive, okay? I’ve got some oil back at my place that might help,” Roger let out a breath and shook his head, “Can’t believe my piece of shit car fucking cockblocked us.” You giggled again as he got back into the drivers seat, shaking his head, “So you agree it’s a piece of shit,” “Uh, no, you don’t get to bash on my car, only I get to do that. And if you just didn’t bother with the belt like a regular fucking person. Or if you’d let me turn around before we got too far,” You poked your tongue out at Roger. It was quiet except for the radio and the engine as Roger turned the car around and headed back the way you’d come, he mood so different to when you’d pulled up. Your body still hummed with desire but it was more subdued now, though you were sure it would be back in full force the second you broke loose. “I promise I’ll get you out,” Roger said softly, glancing over at you, “even if I have to cut the belt in half.” “I know,” you tugged on it again, hoping that the movement of the car would loosen it somehow, “But can you also promise that if I manage to get it undone while we’re driving, you’ll pull over the first chance you get.”

#my writing #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #idk ya'll #its short but like its done so #jkfhudshdksd #my writing is all over the place atm #im so sorry im like this #anyway chuck berry fuckin slaps and this song is so great

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theyoontomyjin · 4 years

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Is This Fate? - 5

- CHAT FIC -

Pairing: Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook

Summary: There is a God roaming Jeon Jungkook’s college campus - a God with bleach blond hair, sweater paws, and the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. He’ll get the courage to speak to him soon, he swears, and then he’ll build a temple and worship this man’s ass until the end of his days.

There is a wrong number on Jeon Jungkook’s phone - a number belonging to someone named Diminie who is funny and kind, someone that gets him, someone that he can’t stop thinking about.

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Diminie

whats your greatest fear

waking up to conversations like this

Diminie

sorry

just working on this assignment and it’s an ab psych thing that makes us explore our own faults or whatever

and i think most of mine boiled down to me being terrified of rejection?

or not being good enough i guess

I dunno

Sorry i just wanted to talk about it but tae tae would have just said i needed to get laid

I was just kidding but that came out kinda mean i guess

Ummm i guess failure?

like, some have said i can be kind of a perfectionist but it’s just if it’s not done well i can’t relax and it just really upsets me if i’m unable to do my best

i can be pretty hard on myself i suppose

Diminie

i’m that way a little bit too

when i dance i push myself kinda too hard sometimes

and i KNOW that i’m being too harsh but like

I know I can do better and it frustrates me when I can’t get there

Exactly

what kind of dancing are you into btw

Diminie

I specialize in contemporary, but i’ve messed around in lots of different styles

Ballet, hip hop, jazz

pole ;)

Sjafkldakfj

wtf

Diminie

lmao

u know you’re starting to give me hot boy vibes

Diminie

what 😂

Yeah

like hot boy that likes to pretend they don’t know they’re hot

u seem nice and kind, putting up with me and expressing genuine interest in the life of a weirdo stranger

u dance for a living doing ballet and stripper stuff so u probably have a hot body

you’ve mentioned that MANY have tried to sext with u

Sounds like a hot boy vibe to me

you’re not in a frat are you

Diminie

No i’m not a frat boy

But i go to their parties sometimes

Of course u do

they probably beg you to come

Diminie

bdjskskskdk

shut up

just tell me if i’m right

Diminie

Yes i’m the sexiest man on campus

Nay the city

Or really, the planet

I knew it

Diminie

😂

Anyway

Now that i’ve thoroughly creeped you out

Are you going to the party at that rich guy’s place that everyone is talking about? Kim something

Diminie

Jin’s party? Yeah, I’ll be there

He’s a good friend of mine and he’s been guilting me into going for weeks now

Cool so we’ll all be there

Diminie

Will we? Cool. by we you mean you and your friend Yoongi?

Yeah, I was probably going to drag him along

hes not much of a party guy but if i ask him nicely and call him hyung enough he’ll go

your Tae Tae going to hit on him again?

Diminie

Actually i was thinking i might give it a go

He was really cute and adorably shy

do u think he’d be interested?

Uh maybe?

Diminie

I can work with maybe I guess lmao

Actually i was kinda thinking it would be cool to meet u

Like put a face to the person that knows my greatest fear you know?

Diminie

I guess i trust u enough for that

I mean i havnt caught you lurking in any bushes or liking my insta photos from four years ago

and i could always use more friends

cool

Diminie

yup

…

god im so fucking awkward im sorry

Diminie

😂

you’re fine really

honestly you’re super easy to talk to

like we havn’t even been talking that long and I feel like i can tell u anything

with minimal sarcastic responses even

same

it’s weird for me

i still have a hard time talking just because that’s who i am as a person

but i actually find myself wanting to tell you things?

Diminie

Yeah

i feel that way too

Its nice

Well since you woke me up i should get up and go workout

But when i get back we could like watch a movie together or something?

Diminie

you work out every morning?????

R u asking me on a date???

Every single morning and sometimes at night if i need to. Curious? ;)

No, because you clearly like my hyung more than me. Rude

Diminie

Yes 👀

Never. You’re my favorite stranger right now

I meant like we can watch the same movie and text, if you want

So i can pretend i have a social life

And also so i can avoid doing this stupid paper that i don’t feel like doing right now

Diminie

Sure!

That sounds like fun

U pick and as long as it’s on netflix i’ll watch it with you

Just nothing super gory

Damn

There goes all my ideas

Diminie

Lol have a good workout JK

Yeah

Don’t miss me too much ;)

Diminie

😋

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #jikook #jikook fanfic #jikook scenarios #jungkook #jimin #wrong number au #bts chat fic #bts fake chat #jikook chat fic

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years

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Before This Dance Is Through IV

Chapter: 4/16

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Once Ringo had managed to compose himself, which took far longer than he'd care to admit, he ventured back out into the chaos of the club in search of John. He wasn't difficult to find, standing at the front of the stage cheering - practically screaming - and waving money around to get the dancer's attention. Unsurprisingly, the dancer was Paul. He was currently spinning around the pole with one hand, his ankles entwined to give him support. It was quite a beautiful sight, Ringo thought, watching his gentle movements. The club was considerably more empty by this point and the remainder of the customers had circled around the stage. Ringo slinked past a few drunken layabouts as he made his way over to John, he had to shout in his ear just to get his attention.

"Oh, Ringo!" John grinned, his breath stank of whiskey "How'd it go?"

"A little too well." Ringo chuckled, he coaxed John to sit down.

"Did he almost kill you this time?" John only passed Ringo a few glances, mostly his attention was on Paul.

"I think he did kill me. Then brought me back. Then killed me again." Ringo picked up John's drink and took a sip "Are they supposed to touch you?"

John paused his shouting for a moment "Touch you how?"

"Just... Y'know, touching. Getting me to touch him, him touching my chest." Ringo decided to leave out the crotch contact, he still wasn't sure whether it was intentional or not.

"Oh yeah, that's fine. As long as you're both consenting o'course. And as long as he's not dropping on his knees and sucking you off." John laughed and Ringo almost choked on the drink, the image those words conjured up was a surprising one.

"How much longer are you planning on staying?" Ringo settled back in his seat and turned his attention to Paul.

"Why? You in a hurry to get home and bash one out?" John nudged him without pulling his eyes away from the stage.

"Speak for yourself." Ringo scoffed, he didn't see the point in denying it.

"We can head out after Paulie's done." John nodded to gesture towards the man in question.

"Fine." Ringo stretched his legs out in front of him.

If he hadn't been so exhausted from Spike, Ringo probably would've gotten a little excited watching Paul but he was completely worn out. John had a shine in his eyes that Ringo didn't see very often, and his happiness was definitely contagious. They sat watching Paul for another two songs, during which he exhibited a ridiculous amount of core strength that Ringo could only dream of ever achieving. It was obvious that John was hoping to catch Paul before they headed back home, as much as he was trying to hide it, and Ringo probably would've hung around with him had he not been so exhausted or so sure that John was probably going to be back here within the week. In truth the main reason Ringo wanted to get out of there so quickly was because he didn't want to risk seeing Spike again, or rather Spike seeing him again; Ringo happily could've watched him from a safe distance all night but as soon as Spike was looking right back at him, knowing what Ringo was thinking, that was too much.

The cold night air stung Ringo's face and hands as they stepped back out into the street. Luckily his car wasn't too far away and while he was perhaps a little too tipsy to be driving he made sure he stayed off the main roads and never went over the speed limit - he could drive recklessly when he was sober but he'd never risk that when he was drunk. John was the only one talking on the drive back to his place, mostly rambling about things Ringo couldn't understand so he just nodded along and made affirming noises.

John leaned on Ringo for support as they walked up to his front door, Ringo knew he wasn't so drunk that he couldn't walk but he tended to do this when he was feeling a little lonely. Ringo had gotten more than used to it by now, he'd had to carry John to bed bridal style many times over the years so this was nothing. John fell face first down onto his bed which was still unmade and either fell asleep immediately or wanted Ringo to think he had. It had almost become a routine by this point: Ringo drove them home, carried John up to his room, left a glass of water by his bed and tidied up a few bits and pieces on his way out. Occasionally he'd check in John's fridge to see if he had any food in and if it was empty, which it often was, he'd offer to buy or cook the two of them dinner the next day. Ringo wasn't the subtlest about it sometimes, once or twice he'd even shown up with bags filled with groceries and left after handing them over without much of an explanation. John never acknowledged any of these things Ringo did, at least not verbally, but Ringo knew he appreciated them and he was sure John repaid the favour in some ways he wasn't aware of, or very aware of in the case of tonight.

Exhaustion hit like a strong wave once Ringo finally got back to his own place. He kicked off his shoes carelessly in the hallway and staggered into his bedroom; he didn't dare look at the time before he slid into bed, just chucked his phone into the furthest corner hoping that he'd remembered to set his alarm for the following morning. As soon as his head hit the pillow he expected to fall asleep almost instantly but his brain had other ideas. His body was definitely ready for sleep, his eyes were stinging and his muscles ached a little yet his mind was racing. This didn't happen a lot. Ringo was notoriously known for how well he slept and how loudly he snored but tonight that wasn't the case. He couldn't shake the images of the night from his mind or how warm Spike's skin had felt beneath his fingertips or the inviting smell of him. Ringo let out a groan as he tossed and turned, as though vigorous movement would throw the thoughts out of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was give into the urge but the first thing he wanted to do was sleep, and it was a pretty strong urge. Was there any better way to get to sleep than a quick orgasm? Probably. Ringo just had to tell himself that he was doing this purely for that purpose, as he wanked himself off under the covers with his eyes scrunched tightly and his brain filled with thoughts of Spike.

The following day was fairly uneventful, Ringo was up on time to sit eating breakfast in front of the television for an hour before he had to head out for work. It was his weekly lesson with a kid called Peter, he was nice enough and his parents were more than pleasant if not a little stupid. He'd been working with Peter for almost a year and while he'd made a great deal of progress since their first lesson he wasn't showing a massive amount of promise, but at least he was trying. Sometimes Ringo felt like speaking to his parents privately and breaking the news that their son wasn't going to become a world famous drummer, probably not even a locally famous one, but he needed the money too much. Peter was better than a lot of Ringo's students, most of which had watched Whiplash a few too many times and decided they wanted to be the next John Bonham only to give up in two months because it was 'too hard'.

After their lesson ended Ringo decided to walk around town for a little while, usually he'd be out in search of lunch by now but Peter's parents always prepared him some food which he was never too polite to refuse - after all smoked salmon was considerably more appetising than a tepid sausage roll from Greggs. He decided to pop into his favourite record shop, although it wasn't like there were many others to choose from. Despite the accessibility to music his phone provided, Ringo always had a deep love for vinyl records; they were nostalgic somehow, even if they had no significance to his own childhood. Like most record shops, this one sold a fair bit of vintage clothing too although Ringo was never too interested in that. He didn't really have any particular record in mind as he walked in so ended up browsing through the plethora of options. There was only one other person in the shop, excluding the owner who sat behind the counter and gave Ringo a welcoming smile, but it sounded like there were a couple of people downstairs in the clothing section. As Ringo began to flick through some of the records his phone buzzed in his pocket.

can you bring me coffee???

It was John, which was a little surprising considering he usually didn't wake up until far later in the afternoon if he'd been drinking heavily the night before.

hello to you too

i dont have time for formalities i need COFFEE

why dont you have any coffee in your house

i dont have time for questions either

any coffee in particular my liege?

ha ha just get me one from maccies pleaseeee

fine im just in town atm can you wait like 10 mins

suppose ill have to

suddenly im too busy

shut up just bring me coffee ill love you forever and all that

i should bloody think so too

Ringo chuckled to himself quietly as he put his phone back into his pocket, he took a final quick look at the stack of records then began making his way outside. Before he could make it to the door he suddenly collided with someone who had been turning up from the staircase, which resulted in a few pieces of clothing flying upwards and landing on the ground. Ringo began apologising immediately, crouching down to pick up the clothes to hand them back over. As he straightened back up to apologise for perhaps the fourth time he froze upon seeing exactly who he'd bumped into.

"Spike." Ringo blurted out, his brain had decided to throw the name out as soon as it crossed his mind.

"Only after 9." He responded instantaneously, it must've been a frequent line he used "Do I... Oh! It's you."

"The very same." Ringo chuckled nervously, he wondered whether he'd actually recognised him or was just being polite - Ringo couldn't decide which one he'd prefer.

It was very strange seeing him like this, so normal that it was abnormal. He was wearing a dark blue turtleneck which framed his sharp jaw and hugged his slim body nicely. Over that lay a yellow beaded necklace and his trousers were a dark suede material; he looked good, somehow more alluring when he was fully clothed. Ringo noticed he was staring, he only hoped that Spike hadn't noticed but it was impossible to tell with the unreadable darkness of his eyes. He cleared his throat, as if he couldn't get any more obvious, then held out the patterned shirt he'd picked up so Spike could take it from him. Their hands brushed slightly at the exchange and Ringo felt the hairs on his arm standing up.

"They're nice, er- Nice clothes." Ringo stammered, yanking his hand back to his side.

"Suppose I should be thanking you for them." Spike replied, there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Oh?" Ringo heard the pitch of his voice rising slightly.

"You helped pay for them." Spike explained, the smile grew.

"Well John paid, really. But he does owe me money so I guess I did pay in a way. Glad to see the money's going somewhere good either way." Ringo rambled, once again his mouth was moving before his brain could stop it.

"Right." Spike said, his tone was very final yet he didn't move to leave.

"I best be getting out of your way so you can actually pay for those." Ringo shuffled sideways towards the door, expecting Spike to step backwards to give him some room but he just stood there looking at him - was it not enough to make him suffer at the club, did he have to punish him now too?

"Are you always this nervous?" Spike grinned.

"No I- You just caught me by surprise is all." Ringo forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Okay." Spike squinted his eyes slightly then turned to head towards the counter.

Ringo was surprised he was able to get back to his car without collapsing, all the tension leaving his body as soon as Spike's eyes were off him made him feel practically boneless. Spike didn't look back at him but Ringo supposed he didn't have to, he would've known he was staring at him. Ringo gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove, somehow managing to make it to the drive-through without consciously driving there. He ordered a coffee for John and a milkshake for himself, he figured he could do with a pick-me-up after that atrocious encounter. Not once in all the times he'd gone to that shop had he seen Spike there, and it couldn't have been a case of merely not noticing him before because Ringo definitely would've noticed someone looking like that walking around. It felt like God was playing some cruel trick on him, but in reality it was nothing more than a coincidence married with Spike's cruelty which produced that painful exchange. Ringo tried not to think about it as he drove over to John's but his brain had apparently decided to betray him, just as his mouth had done earlier.

John had took a while to answer the door and Ringo began to worry that he'd fallen back asleep - it was times like this that he figured he may as well have a key to his place. When the door swung open, Ringo burst in a little too aggressively and knocked John backwards slightly.

"Jesus, what's crawled up your arse?" John chuckled as he closed the door "Don't tell me the ice cream machine was broken again."

John's presence calmed Ringo significantly but he couldn't shake the tension in his body completely "Guess who I just bumped into." He set the drinks down on John's kitchen table and took a seat.

"Ooh was it that guy from the train station? Or how about-" John took a seat opposite him and gripped the coffee eagerly.

"You're not actually meant to guess." Ringo interrupted, he tried to sound commanding but it was a little difficult when he was holding a strawberry milkshake.

"Then don't say 'guess' you git. The English language is wasted on you." John put his feet up on the table "Who was it then?"

"Spike." Ringo widened his eyes.

"No shit. Really?" John cackled "What happened?"

"I was at that record shop and he was coming up from the basement and I walked straight into him." Ringo explained.

"Nothing straight about it." John mumbled behind his coffee.

"Funny." Ringo glared "It was so fucking embarrassing, I could hardly speak."

"What did he say?" John asked.

"Nothing really. He probably said about three words so I figured he didn't want to talk to me but he just stood there. I didn't want to be rude and just rush out but looking back I probably should've." Ringo sighed.

"Yeah, you probably should've." John snickered.

"Not helping."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I dunno... I'm sure it wasn't that bad or something."

"Well, was it that bad?"

"He asked me if I was always so nervous."

John burst into laughter "Jesus, Ringo. That's pretty bad."

"Guess that's the last time I'll be going to the strip club, or the record shop for that matter."

"Don't be so dramatic. So you were a little awkward in front of him, who cares?"

"I care."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want him thinking I'm some sort of loser."

"Why do you give a shit what he thinks?"

Ringo didn't say anything, he just held his cup tightly and looked at John straight in the eye.

"Look, you've got nothing to get so worked up about. If he thought you were so pathetic he wouldn't have even spoken to you." John lifted his feet off the table and leaned forward in his seat "He's just messing with you, probably thinks it's funny."

"He was smiling." Ringo mumbled.

"Well there you go." John reached his hand forward and poked at Ringo's arm "You're being ridiculous. Chances are you won't bump into him again, you've gone your whole life without doing it before."

"But-" Ringo began.

"No buts! Unless they're butts on the stage covered in leather I don't wanna hear it." John interrupted "Bottom line is you like watching this guy strip right?"

"Well, yeah-" Ringo tried again.

"So what's the problem? It's not like you found out he's your cousin or one of your students, is it?" John smiled warmly.

"Suppose not." Ringo couldn't help smiling too.

"We really need to get you laid, it's making you crazy. I'm supposed to be the crazy one, don't try and take that away from me." John leaned back in his chair again.

"I don't intend to." Ringo chuckled looking down at his feet.

"So... Same time next week?" John raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"You really hate me, don't you?"

"On the contrary! I love you very much, my dear Ringo. That's exactly why I'm gonna take you back there so you can prove you're not some pathetic weirdo."

"How exactly?"

"Just be yourself, you can manage that can't you?"

"Not quite sure I want to."

"Oh hush. Leave the self-deprecation to me if you don't mind." John paused to sip his coffee "This time next week you'll have forgotten all about this, and I'm sure he will too."

"I guess you're right."

But John hadn't been right. Ringo had thought about that small exchange for days. He found himself picking apart every small moment and trying to rationalise it in his mind: had Spike actually recognised him? Why did he just stand there while Ringo tried to squeeze past? Why had been smiling so strangely the whole time? No matter how many answers Ringo tried to give to himself, the whole situation only became more confusing. He felt like a teenager again, stumbling over his words and blushing at the tiniest bit of contact. It was pathetic, shameful really. Maybe if he just took John's advice and actually went and slept with someone all these weird feelings would just be gone. But he didn't want just someone, he wanted him.

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totheendofthelinepal · 4 years

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TRY ME (PART 3)

Summary: You couldn’t stand Bucky Barnes, but as a part of the Avengers - You had no choice but to tolerate him. Until one day, mission gone ary - you realize that something else sparks between the two of you, in the most unexpected way.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Swearing, Violence

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Bucky Barnes

You zipped up the last piece of uniform from one of the operatives body, still slightly out of breath from the exchange from before, your mind was almost blank at what had just happened, already remembering the feeling of Bucky’s sweaty body above you. You said nothing as the both of you began to dress again. You looked to his direction a moment, as he fumbled the zipper of his combat pants. His eyes met yours, and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. Blinking away, you started to walk down the hallway. Bucky soon followed, the both of you quiet, until he finally piped up.

“Looks like you’re a lot more tolerant on your back, doll.” His tone was teasing.

“This never happened barnes.” You sighed, picking up the nearest gun.

“If you keep swinging your hips like that, its going to happen again.” He quietly mumbled.

You smirked lightly at his remark, knowing that it must be getting under his skin. Its about time that you had a hold on him. He had been pushing all of you buttons the last few months, now it was your turn.

It had been a week since the team returned to the tower, slowly but surely everything went back to normal. It took everything in you to ignore Bucky, you couldn’t let it show just how much you enjoyed the happy little incident in the middle of a rescue mission. It was so damn hard, now that you knew just what he looked like under the layer of clothing. It was even worse when the team was down in the training room. With every movement of his biceps, thighs, his back. God it almost drove you over the edge. You still burned with annoyance every time he spoke to you, and the two of you still fought like cat and dog.

“I see forcing you two to work together has changed nothing” Steve sighed to you one afternoon, after yet another large disagreement.

“Not my fault he’s still an asshole.” You huffed to him, feeling irritated beyond measure.

Bucky just smiled, causing your chest to tighten, as much you tried to ignore it. He was so damn handsome. You started to crave experiencing him again, but you’d never come out and say it. It was starting to drive you crazy, you could hardly bear it.

It was bar night, something the Avengers would do every so often. You were sitting across Wanda and Sam, hearing their laughter in the background. You looked over your shoulder to see Bucky and Steve playing pool, Bucky was smiling again, and it downright pissed you off. His eyes caught yours, as he took a long swig of his beer. He smirked, knowing what you must be thinking. You looked away finally, not being able to conceal your need for him as good as you wanted to.

“Y/N, whats going on with you?” Sam spoke over the loud music.

“Nothing.” You stammered.

You flickered your eyes to him again, unable to help yourself. This time you saw him leaning over the jukebox machine. This time your eyes traveled down his back, stopping at his thighs. You couldn’t help but remember how they felt pressed harshly up against you, damnit. You shook your head, beginning to ache at your core. Your blood began to boil, you wish he’d never touched you that night. Bucky turned now, a smile creeping on his lips.

A familiar song rang throughout the bar, one of the 80s.

“What is this?” Wanda nudged Sam.

“Oh, Def Leppard. Pour Some Sugar On Me. Great song.” Sam took a small sip.

You sighed loudly, you couldn’t take it anymore. Of course he choose this song. You shot from your seat, walking over to Steve and Bucky.

“Mind if I join?” You leaned as confidently as you could.

“Sure. You know how to play?” Steve smiled to you.

“Yeah…for the most part. I just have a hard time working the pole, Just so big, my little hands can’t handle it.” You smirked.

“Here, I’ll help.” Steve looked to you sympathetically, making his way behind you.

The plan you had brewing was working. Steve’s large body was softly behind yours, as his hand met yours helping you hit the pool balls. Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes where Steve’s hands were.

“See? Easy.” Steve laughed softly, leaving your back.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled.

A bartender came to you, offering you a new beer. You took it happily, your hands encasing around the top to open it. Bucky followed your every move.

“Need help opening that?” Steve noticed your struggle.

“No, I open up just fine.” You sighed in Bucky’s direction.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky softly choked on his beer. You tried to withhold a laugh as best you could. Bucky laughed cockily, shaking his head.

“What is it, Buck?” Steve looked on confused.

“Nothing. Just….have to use the bathroom.” Bucky’s last few words dripped with seduction, giving you hint as to where he wanted you to be in the next 5 minutes.

You waited a moment, telling Steve some ridiculous lie about needing some air. You walked down the hall, looking to see any sign of Bucky. As you neared closer to the Men’s bathroom, a large hand encased around you. You turned to see Bucky, his devious smile spread on his features. Shoving the door open, he practically threw you inside. Fumbling behind you, he pushed you into the nearest stall. Slamming it shut, it didn’t take long until his mouth attacked yours. You missed the heavenly taste that resided on his mouth, now mixed with alcohol. The both of you out of breath, he broke away to peel off his clothing. You quickly removed your shirt, but before you made your way to your jeans, Bucky’s hands replaced yours, yanking them down harshly.

“Did you think that was funny? showcasing with Steve like that?” He breathed out.

“Got your attention didn’t I?” You smiled.

“You already had it, Doll.” He winked as his hands trailed down to your core, as he started to dance his fingertips across your sensitive spot, “Been thinking about this every damn day.”

You couldn’t help but moan out at his actions, gripping the sides of the stall. His hand pulled away, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. His lips met your chest, as his tongue traced the outline of your bra, biting every so often. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping harshly pulling him to your mouth again. Still connected your lips dancing against each other. You felt his hands fumble his jeans and boxers, pulling them down quickly. You jumped up into his hands, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Get on with it, Barnes.” You breathed.

And at your words, he thrusted harshly up into you. Not giving you time to adjust, his hips worked hard and fast against you. Slamming your head back in pleasure, the loud noise of the music, Bucky’s groans, the slapping of skin, and your strangled moans filled the bathroom. He was relentless in his actions, causing you to finish hard against him. Before you could say anything, he continued his actions, you could hardly take the pleasure as he hit your perfect spot effortlessly. Keeping one arm to hold you, his metal arm shot above you gripping the stall, causing it to bend at his hold. Your eyes began to tightly shut, as you felt your second orgasm nearing you, crying out you felt the hotness drip down your legs, Bucky’s thrusts began to slow as he finished behind you, leaving a mess trickling down your legs. You began to come down from your high, your chest damp with sweat, your breathing trying to catch up with you.

“Never happened my ass.” Bucky choked out, his voice hoarse from his actions.

You began to laugh softly, until you hear the bathroom door open, your sharp gasp cut off as Bucky’s hand covered your lips. Bucky grunted in frustration, as he was still inside you.

“Barnes?” Sam’s voice filled the room.

Bucky slowly removed himself, wrapping you tightly around his body.

“Yes?” He struggled out, his breathing still uneven.

“….You alright in there?” Sam hesitantly asked.

“Yes, Yeah. Im fine. Yes.” Bucky stammered, looking to you.

“…Alright.” Sam said quietly.

You heard the door shut, and hopped down to the floor again.

The next day, you could hardly control yourself. Bucky began to know just exactly how to get to you, and as much as you hated it, you savored each moment. You tried your best to not let it show, you knew that the rest of the avengers couldn’t find out. You definitely snapped at Bucky, making sure that the team thought you hated him. You all sat across from each other in the briefing room, going over an upcoming mission in the near future. Steve’s voice was a blur, as your gaze was caught on Bucky.

“Im thinking we’ll send Y/N through here, She can get through the building faster. She’s quick, and also very quiet.” Steve’s voice became clear.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle at his words, leaving the rest of the team confused. Within range, you jutted your leg upwards, hitting dangerously close to his crotch. He shifted, holding his hands up.

“Sorry, continue.” Bucky smiled.

As he continued, you would drift your eyes to Bucky. He would sometimes catch you, his eyes almost telling you exactly what you wanted, how he wanted you. The team slowly panned out, leaving the two of you alone.

“What the hell was that?” You whispered to him angrily.

“Its just Steve when he said you’re ‘very quiet’…he’s clearly never heard you during sex, thankfully.” Bucky chuckled.

You sat on the table, a hard glare filling your eyes. He laughed again, looking over you to make sure no one could see. He slowly unbuttoned your jeans, a smile forming slowly on his lips. You pulled away, knowing how dangerous this was.

“Oh no. Like hell. Not in the tower.” You sighed.

He tugged at your belt loops, pulling you forward.

“Are you saying, that in here, right now….on this table, doesn’t sound fun to you?” He whispered the last words.

“Nope. Sorry.” You pushed his chest away, walking slowly out of the room.

You walked around the kitchen, the room was dark and quiet, the oven clock glowed, as it said 4:35 am. You sighed, knowing that now you were awake, there was no way you were going back to bed. You turned on a lamp closest to you, the room in a dim glow. You walked slowly into the walk in pantry, searching for anything appealing to eat. You sighed, walking around. You heard soft footsteps, and you turned to see Bucky. He rubbed his eyes softly, his bare torso lit by the dim lighting. He was wearing nothing but briefs. He walked into the pantry behind you, a smile forming on his lips.

“What are you doing awake, Doll?” his voice rasped out.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You simply said, your eyes drifting across his body.

“Need help?” He whispered, playfully pulling at your shirt.

You remembered now that all you had on was t shirt and underwear, this was dangerous territory. You started to walk out of the panty, Buck’s arm stopping you. He smiled softly, pressing his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t like he had kissed you before. It was gentle, soft. You tiptoed into the kiss, pulling his neck down hungrily. He pulled away, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. He reached over, closing the pantry door. You leaned in, only to be spun around, facing the pantry shelves. His hands crept slowly across your backside, squeezing softly to your ass. He laughed, pulling the flimsy fabric down your legs. He gently wrapped his fingers around your hips, his mouth now ghosted next to your ear.

“You smell so damn good.” He whispered, his lips pressing softly behind your ear.

Your hands reached the shelves, signaling that you were ready for him.

He positioned himself, pushing in slowly. You both sighed in contentment as he began to move agonizingly slow. Soft groans slipped Bucky’s mouth, his hot breath against your neck. As your body ricocheted off of his, his pace began to quicken. Soft whimpers left your mouth, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Your bodies began to move in sync, his hand trailed up your stomach.

“God you feel so good.” You breathed out, fluttering your eyes closed.

He only laughed, his hand gripping behind your knee, he lifted it as far as he could. Hitting you in entirely different angle, you gripped for anything in front of you, but it only caused the boxes and cans of food to hit the ground. Bucky slowed, as the both of you reached your finish, leaving your body trembling lightly. Your head still to his shoulder.

“Feeling tired?” He breathed out.

Nodding slowly, he laughed.

It began to be a pattern.

The pantry.

Your closet.

His closet.

Against a car.

Training Room.

He was like some kind of habit you couldn’t get enough of, and luckily, the two of you haven’t gotten caught yet.

The two of you kept it as quiet as possible, being careful of where you decided to give in to each other. But the problem was, your hatred began to fade, now the two of you being civil to each other the others picked up on it. They started to notice a difference.

“Hey Y/N?” Natasha broke your thoughts.

“Yeah?” You turned to her, to see she was holding a pair of black lace panties, your panties.

You kept your composure looking to her.

“Know who’s these are?” Nat cocked an eyebrow.

“Nope. Why?” You breathed out.

“I found them in the training room, they were hanging on the leg press.” She quipped.

You tried not to smile at the memory.

“No. Not mine.” You did your best to withhold yourself.

You sighed heavily, assembling your gun. Steve had the team on a covert mission against a threat to the U.S. He paired you with Bucky, of course. The two of you were on extraction duty of any civilians trapped in hostage. As you walked down the hallway of the very large facility, You and Bucky said nothing, and you didn’t have to.

“Y/N. there’s a room downstairs with two hostages, Im seeing about three men guarding, all armed.” Nat spoke in your ear.

“Affirmative, making my way now.” You sighed.

“Behind you.” Bucky quietly walked behind you.

“Not yet.” You smirked, earning a soft laugh from him.

The two of you took out each guard with ease, as you ushered the civilians to the air jet . Steve’s eyes flicked between the two of you. An unknown look on his face.

“You two sure have been working well together.” He commented.

“Haven’t heard any ‘asshole’ or ‘princess’ today. It’s a strange feeling.” Sam laughed lightly.

“Barnes, you’ve been getting a lot better in combat. whats your secret?” Natasha raised a brow, looking to you.

“Just been working my legs more.” Bucky sighed

Your eyes grew wide to Nat, realizing how that must’ve sounded.

“Oh really?” She began to smile, “Yeah that leg press works wonders.”

Bucky clearly not knowing what Nat was doing, just smiled.

You breathed in, shaking it off. She couldn’t be on to you.

“Im thinking I need to pair you up more. It took you what, 15 minutes?” Steve smiled.

“Well, its because she finally shut up. I could tolerate her more.” Bucky laughed, that was your signal.

“He isn’t an asshole either when he keeps his trap shut.” You sighed.

Most of the team rolled their eyes in a annoyance, but Nat kept her knowing smirk plastered on her face.

As you all settled into the jet, most of the team knocking out into sleep within minutes. Bucky’s gaze was held on you, a smile played on his lips. You looked a second time to make sure everyone was sleeping, before slowly making your way to the bathroom. You waited quietly, until Bucky slipped through the door.

“Ever had sex on a jet?” He chuckled, walking to you.

Stopping him softly, a confused look crossed his features.

“I think Nat knows.” You whispered.

“How?” He laughed lightly, pressing his lips to your neck.

“Because, she found my damn underwear on the leg press, remember…when you had the bright idea of-“

“Bending you over the workout equipment? Oh I definitely remember that.” He smiled against your skin.

“Well as much fun as that was, your little comment back there practically confirmed it.” You tilted your head, his mouth traveling to below your ear.

He pushed your waist backwards, hard against the small sink. You gasped lightly, as his hands dove inside your pants, already rubbing softly to your core.

“Buck…we” You breathed shakily. “We can’t. not here…they’re out there.”

“You’ll just have to keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet.” He laughed again, this time his lips traveling across your jaw.

Giving in like you always do, you fumbled his jeans open, him following your actions. The both of you left the remaining clothing, knowing this couldn’t last long. After the both of you had easy access, he entered you, thrusting quickly and quietly. Helping each other out, his hand over your mouth, your hand over his. Soft, quickly breaths filled the small bathroom. His thrusts caused you to hit the back of the skin, causing small thuds to ring out. Completely blissed your head fell back, until you heard a large noise come from behind Bucky. Your eyes shot open to see Nat, crossing her arms.

“Shit.” Bucky hissed, covering you.

“Mhm.” Nat quipped, “Just as I thought.”

“Cant you read occupied.” Bucky breathed out.

“Oh I’m sorry. Need to finish?” Nat smirked.

“Nat. Shut the door.” You breathed out.

The two of you breathed ragidly. You went to move away, but Bucky held you still.

“Seriously?” You laughed.

“Im hard as a rock, Doll.” He chuckled almost nervously.

You bit your lip to hold back the laughter, you moved this time, pressing him against the bathroom door. Pulling the rest of his jeans down, a smile played across your lips, you went to your knees.

“I can help with that.” You whispered.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Doll.”

Bucky laughed softly, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Just know that I can still hear you.”

Nat’s voice rang out behind the door.

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rqs902 · 4 years

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a lin ran feature :’) i respect hes self-aware about his need to be more than cute to succeed. lin ran has always given me a vibe that hes very serious and tough on himself. he looks soft but has high demands and seems very determined to get what he wants.

im not worried about li hao bc hes surrounded by a bunch of kids who can teach him how to dance LOL not just lin ran but like jin fan and tianci too

what is this pole and could they not move it LOL

lol so jin fan and tianci did a flippy trick and we just gonna pretend like it didnt happen lol okay

ugh so jin fan kinda got to do more dancing than other stages but i was still hoping itd be more!!! but man lin ran is really killing with his stage presence here

leave it to ycw to speak loudly and vocally about his friends being injured so people recognize their suffering

LOL lin ran’s sassy “im not stupid!!” but yea the third stage was really rough for him, so im glad he was able to recover

LOL lin ran again casually threatening the production team to be like “please edit this stage well” “please don’t cut our segment short” LOL

lol yea im not surprised at this point that li hao won even tho it shouldve been lin ran. youku is def making these rankings up. lol gjm did you even look at lin ran’s facial expressions???? lol making up excuses for youku wat

lin mo praising lin ran and giving him encouragement like a true bro bc he knows how hard lin ran worked for this stage. i wonder if he designed the stage rigging

AY I RESPECT OSCAR. hes a good kid and someone whos willing to speak his mind to address problems, thats awesome. they need someone to do that. he’s direct with the problems but also directly follows by complimenting them and saying how great they could be if they pulled through LOL hes still a kid so hes trying not to offend them but i respect his courage, warmth and dependability.

LOL XUE EN DESTROYED FRANKLIN HAHAHAHAHAHHA and he goes all cutesy after like he has no idea the power he holds LOL but im glad they showed some footage of xue en also teaching the other kids dance. cto skills whooo

ycw still bringing up shiwei? hes either very caught up in his feelings still (which is probably not a good thing at this point) or hes just a really dedicated friend... or youku is just purposefully using shiwei’s elimination for dramatic effect.

im surprised they didnt highlight cxh more bc youku seems to like him, and conversely they gave xzx a ton of time for his stage and let xzx win.

XUE EN IS SO HANDSOME

okay i just needed to get that out of my system

but also im kinda glad syh is in this group bc hes the only one who i will not laugh at when singing this song. ycw and oscar talking about drinks and whiskey??? yall are babies?? also this song does NOT match this dance well at all. i see why they didnt like it when they previewed it LOL also i see now why i saw an edit on twitter of this dance over “retreat” from qcyn bc that song actually FIT the tie pulling move.. versus this im just like ??? seems so out of place??

also their voices all sound weird :\ maybe its just too high of a register for ycw and cxh? or maybe theyre just not very good at singing....? lol

giving xue en the only multi colored tie? THEY KNEW.

im just happy that the party group was able to make their stage so well that other kids were regretting not choosing them bc ycw was really struggling to get people to join him...

LOL CSP BEING SILLY TO ZHAN YU THIS IS THE FRIENDSHIP I NEED

LOL XZX AND LIN MO are adorable together

im glad that they spent time to say zhaohao has improved, i feel like hes gotten zero recognition so far. i feel like ycw winning is the only win i am willing to believe so far. (couldve been xue en too tho)

A FEATURE ON XIKAN’S FRIENDSHIP WITH LUO ZHENG omggggggggggggggg luo zheng the sweetest ge, leaving all the good things for xikan whatt ugh but luo zheng is like literally going actor route so sad that he still wants to be on stage but has no opportunities. im grateful theyre still so close that xikan starts crying just thinking about him

xikan being involved in the stage design and costuming and all makes me think of lin ran but also makes me think of cai xukun. cxk always gets so involved in every little detail to seek perfection

interesting that they focused it all on zry and lxk........ but at least highlighted xikan’s fun side

lol they purposefully cut in fan yu screaming zry’s name and ycw yelling cyc....

but also tbh xikan’s voice was not very strong during his high note and i know hes giving 110% into his dancing so im guessing he doesnt have much air left at that point but i was kinda disappointed it couldve been better. BUT he still did a good job. i thought the part where they ripped off his jacket couldve been more impactful? but it felt like it was just randomly in the middle of the rap break and he doesnt sing again until much later so it was like why did you change clothes there?

tbh this song isnt that exciting? so im surprised that they wanted it that badly?

i saw spoilers that fan yu was gonna be there and its adorable and i love their friendship but lol zuo ye being like i shouldve asked all my gege’s to come.... lol aka they know its kinda unfair for fan yu to be winning votes for zry

im grateful all the trainees are supportive of xikan and they purposefully showed a bunch of popular kids cheering for xikan

gosh that injury on his nose, you know hes put too much energy and is too invested into his dance part when he rips his own face like that :\

i saw spoilers that renyu would win and someone did the math that it makes zero sense for their group’s score to be that low, but i didnt expect their score to be THAT low.... goodness wtf thats definitely rigged, i see why people were mad.

renyu winning is either entirely rigged bc youku wants him to debut or people are really just voting for him bc fan yu was there and that’s not fair either. i love renyu (and his friendship with fan yu) but there’s no way renyu actually won that many votes on a stage where he didnt really show his vocals that much and he messed up his dancing and he was surrounded by kids who danced much better and wouldve made him look not great. this makes zero sense. and the fact that ycw is the only winner that made sense is probably bc youku was like well we cant make it too obvious that its all a joke. but really, its all a joke.

yes i love that renyu worked hard and stayed up all night but can we talk about how xikan does that for every stage? and renyu’s just now started to do so. renyu just came into this competition less prepared, so his improvement is easier to see.

i still think if youku wants to debut renyu, theyll kick out lin ran from top 7, but can we talk about how lin ran put in all the effort to design and perfect his stage? how he teaches others to dance and pushes his group mates to shine as a leader and how he has truly one of the most memorable and formidable stage presences on this whole show? people say the debuting group will need renyu’s voice but how can you really say that renyu fits and is prepared and deserves to debut more than lin ran?

renyu is adorable and talented but let’s be real, as a vocalist, hes not like you zhangjing, hes not like zhao lei, hes not like zhao pinlin, hes not proven that he really fits to be a main vocal in a boy band. youku cannot force us into believing that he can fit that role without any evidence to prove his worth. its like theyre trying to jam someone into that role and its like renyu’s their closest bet, but even tho he still doesnt quite fit, theyre just gonna shove him in anyway. this is what happens when you only give attention to people who are dancers and dont give actual attention to people who are actually boy band main vocal material.... /COUGH ZHAN YU or even cui shaopeng??

how can you possibly believe that renyu got 173 but their average was 134? none of xikan’s groups numbers make sense:

how did shengen suddenly drop so much? youku has been touting him this whole time into the top 10. shouldnt more of xikan’s fans voted for xuyu? bc he literally begged during the last elim for xuyu to make it this far. xuyu wasnt even dead last in the elim ranking but here he gets last place by like 15 votes??? when everyone else’s vote difference is like half of that at max?

you expect me to believe lin ran only got 127 after he literally descended from the ceiling as an angel? that doesnt attract attention? how are both zuo ye and hu wenxuan so low? wenxuan was literally center and had bright pink hair, and in a song style that suited him, you cant tell me he didnt shine on this stage. xikan tied with xzx???? beneath a kou cong and su xunlun tie??? no way

theres one week left and youku’s getting desperate to make it look like whatever they’re going to make happen will be a natural result, that this competition is up in the air and no one is safe, but it just seems very questionable to me.

sooo does this mean there arent gonna be elims before the finals or what, we just dont see them announce who gets to perform? im assuming not all 32 kids will take part? and theres not gonna be a mentor collab stage? it wouldve been cool to see han yu and cheng xiao with the kids. there were 3 stages between the first and second elimination but no third elim and no mentor stage? its a mad rush to the end, honestly.

oh well, we still love these CHILDREN

ps: if youve been following my rants, i honestly feel like i have had a really positive impression of zheng renyu from the start and i really do like him. he makes really good songs and his voice is very nice and his friendships are pure and his attitude is commendable. 凄美地 and 當帷幕落下 and 後來的我們 are some of my favorite favorite songs to listen to from this entire show, like probably 3 of my top 5, and a good deal of that is because of renyu and his voice. but im just trying to be realistic and renyu is not in my ideal debuting boy band.

#rants #you would think that with the money and fans that kids like lxk hwx lm are bringing to youku that youku would treat them better

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baekhvuns · 5 years

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Bad Boy | Baekhyun II

( series masterlist )

part two.

word count : 2.0k

paring : baekhyun x you

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

no way in hell.

“are you out of your mind?”

“this idiot here is the owner of privé fashion?” i was hyperventilating, the thing was, that i had a degree in the arts, and i had applied for privé. i did get in, but it only lasted for a week.

i still remember that day when they threw me out of the building

“i’m sorry, but i didn’t do any of this! i don’t see why you have to fire me! please check the cameras!” i defend myself for the accusation i had been given by the head of the designing department.

they were accusing me of stealing the designs and emailing it to another design rival, and how could i? i had only worked here for a week and had barely any experience on the computers of theirs.

i remembered the ceo, who now, i’ve got to know now, was baekhyun.

his back was facing me, as he talked in his deep bitter voice, “you’re fired!” his voice echoed in the room.

there were tears on the rims of eye, i couldn’t believe it. privé was my dream, and now it’s being take away from me.

“guards, out now.”

the guards had held me by my arms and dragged me out of the building, i didn’t say anything because i knew they would use it against me, they were a huge cooperation after all.

“don’t ever show your face in this building.” and that was the last thing he said to me.

the guards threw me to the pavement as i layed there with my head hung low, baekhyun had took my dream away from me, over a measly mistake they get didn’t even bother to fucking check! i never will forgive him for it.

“shit.” my eyes started to tear up, eunhye reached out to pat my back. the scene keeps playing again and again in my head.

“it’s okay, just don’t talk to him, let’s go, i don’t want to start my wedding preparations with tears!” she said, wipping my tears with her thumbs.

as we both had started to walk, jongdae, minseok and baekhyun followed up to us. and as i looked around, i made eye contact with baekhyun, privé, i glared at him as the scene replayed in my head.

“alright this is our venue! and here are the keys to your rooms!” eunhye handed us the keys turn by turn and ushered us to go explore the rooms.

i gripped on the steel and made my way inside. the inside was beautiful and i couldn’t help but feel jealous of eunhye, she was getting married in such a beautiful venue.

the venue was like a small part of a forest, it was decorated with tons flowers. there were big and small fairy lights hanging from one wooden pole to another, the floor was almost like grass. flowered dropping from the ceilings, an illusion of vines

one word, it was magical.

“joohyun, my dear!” eunhye’s mom shouted from where. . . oh the top, i looked up to see her standing near the worker and waved at her, “hi, auntie!” i replied.

eunhye quickly had escorted me to my room and kept blabbering about how jongdae proposed to her, “ah, i get it eunhye! you found the man of your dreams!” i stopped her in disbelief.

she stuck her tongue out to me, “don’t worry my dear joohyun! you shall find the man of your dreams, you shall thou!” she dramatically flung her leg in the air while one arm up the sky.

as i inside the room, eunhye ushered to stopped me, “in the evening around five, me and jongdae will be holding the first event for our wedding! it’s very colourful, so you have to wear all white!”

i nodded and was about to close the door when she stopped me again, “oh, and remember what i said, you’ll find the man of your dr—“

i shut the door in her face and plopped on the white sheeted bed, “I FEEL IT JOOHYUN! IT’s GOING TO HAPPEN!” eunhye yelled from behind the door and i chuckled.

“i’m not ready!” i yelled back as she replied with a laugh, i sat up leaning on the bed frame.

“she’s already getting married, god, i feel old. . “ a sense of nostalgia wavered over me, thinking about how we enjoyed and suffered through high school, about how she would die over any basketball player in our school.

i got out of bed and shook my head, “this is once in a time, i better enjoy myself.” i say and leave for the bathroom to take a bath.

it was around 6 in the evening, Eunhye had called me to meet at the location where she’s start her “first event” of her wedding. i was wearing what she told me, all white, well only my crop top was white while the rest was shades of black.

it’s been an hour, an hour, of jongdae yelling out the instructions and none of us listening, “so, since eunhye’s family and my family believe in mediations, we decided to do that but with some fun of course!”

i crossed my arms, clearly, bored out of mind and tired of these mosquitoes biting me.

“look, who’s here.” i look at my left to see baekhyun standing near me, clad in a white shirt and black jeans, suited with the white nike he was wearing.

“yeah, looks who’s here.” i stare at him up and down in disgust while he mimicked me but with a smirk.

“since we want to make it fun, we will use some eco friendly colours to help us meditate! it’s almost like the festival of colours but my version!” eunhye continued.

everyone around me started shouting in excitement, “we put up some barriers around the forest, you can only stay behind them! we don’t want you to get lost, so please play with ease!” jongdae instructed, and we all nodded.

“do lastly, the last person with no colours on them! will win a 10$ gift card to starbucks!” jongdae yelled, and i made a displeased face at him.

“cheepskates” i mutter under my breath, baekhyun seemed to have heard it, laughed out loud.

“the game starts now!” as soon as jongdae said start, i reached out towards the packets of colour and shoved them in my pocket.

i quickly went back to my room and locked myself there, hey, no one said you can’t go in your room. as stupid as it sounds, i do kinda want the gift card.

i put on some music on a low volume and start dancing to it, as i was dancing throughout my room. i heard a species that go by the name jongdae, scream.

“YOU ALL ARE OUT! WHOOP WHOOP! ANYONE OF YOU GUYS HIDING IN YOUR ROOMS BETTER COME OUT, IM COMIMG TO GET YOU! DON’T FORGET WE HAVE THE SPARE KEYS— AH AH BAEKHYU—“

oh shit, i totally forgot that they would have a spare key. cursing, i made my way towards the door, i put my ear to the door to listen to anyone outside.

“clear.” j whispered to myself and unlocked the lock slowly without making any noise.

i quickly get out of my room and hide behind a wall, i huff a sigh. “safe for now!” i mumbled to myself.

“i don’t think that’s going to last for a long time.” I froze and looked to my right, oh no.

“baekhyun, what are you doing! don’t come near me! i have colours too!” my voice turned into a yell, baekhyun smirked and played with the colours in his hand teasingly and walked towards me slowly.

i took my chance and ran out of there and hid near the balcony, i looked over to see if he was there, no sign. thank goodness.

i peer over the balcony, to see everyone running behind eachother, eunhye and jongdae seriously need to turn it down with their pda.

as everyone started to gather up, i made my way back down stairs only for someone to get hold of wrist and hold me back.

their hand was on my waist and the other hand was filled with the colour which was now on my face, when the person stopped, i looked back through my now purple coloured eyes to see baekhyun laughing in victory.

“you—“ i quickly grabbed the colours from my pocket and chased baekhyun down the hallway.

“heyy! baekhyun, stop right there!” i yell, as he continues to run away from me, suddenly a brilliant idea came in my mind.

“ow!” i on to the floor, holding my ankle, baekhyun suddenly stopped to catch a breath and walked towards me with a worried face.

“hey, you okay?” be asked coming near me, crouching down he held my ankle as i winced in ‘fake’ pain.

i suddenly behind my back grasp onto the colours and straight bring it to baekhyun’s face, smacking him the green colour.

he fell back and i started laughing at his expression, he looked like he almost had a heart attack.

my laughter kept getting louder and my eyes started to tear up from the laugh, baekhyun suddenly made his way over me and tackled me down, straddling my waist.

i suddenly stop, “hey—baekhyun, get off me!” i scream, as he smirked and put more colour on my beautiful face.

i scream and move my head away from him to prevent him from putting more colour on me, suddenly he stopped and i mimicked him.

he started deep in my eyes and so did i, damn, he looked so attractive with his messy hair and colour on his face. it was almost as if the world had stopped working, it was only my eyes and his.

he suddenly smirked and hovered over my lips, i panicked, knowing he’ll blast another colour over my face— but instead the feeling of his lips pecking mine brought me back to reality.

“hurry, they already found their winner.” he said and extended his hand, but instead of take it, i got up myself and walked out.

i kept rubbing my lips in an effort to think that doing so will take away the feeling of baekhyun’s lips on mine.

“i saw that, very well.”

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feminarrie · 5 years

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Niall, a bottle of whiskey, and a drill. use that and write what you will. I want to see what you come up with!! (also you can take your time with this)

kate! once again, thank you for challenging me with this! it was fun to figure out just how i wanted to go about this, but i’m happy with what i’ve come up with!

i’m putting it below a cut bc it’s just 3k+ of smut (it is also unedited sorry!)

As she looks out at Niall, Y/N can’t help but think how utterly domestic the scene is.

It’s midsummer and the California heat was approaching a dry 100 degrees. She had ditched her shirt in favor of a bikini top and a pair of light wash shorts atop her bottoms. She’d even spent the better half of the morning in the pool with Niall. But, as it neared one in the afternoon and the peak temperature of the day, she had gone back inside to cool down and to prepare lunch for the both of them. While Niall had slipped out of the pool and wandered to the patio, where a new patio set is still sat in pieces.

She looks outside at him now, through the kitchen window, as she washes and peels a carrot. His back glistens with sweat as he attempts to line up a metal pole with another piece of the bar that they had bought just a few days ago. They’d offered to assemble it upon delivery, but Niall had insisted that he would be able to put it together. She hadn’t argued it, either. Especially considering that they were on their way out for a scheduled date night.

She’s glad Niall had decided to put the furniture together. Especially when she see the way his broad back tenses when he moves this way or that. Droplets of sweat drip down it and highlight every movement.

The way his arms look now, as he uses a drill to join to pieces together, surpass sinful. With every movement, his biceps flex and Y/N can’t help, but think about how they feel when he’s fucking up into her. Like they had this morning, in the comfort of their air conditioned bedroom. When her back was pressed to his chest and the backs of her thighs and ass bounced in his lap. His arm had wrapped around her middle while his other hand was wound around her throat. Hitting her at angles that she didn’t think were possible.

There’s a different heat that’s building, now. An internal heat that still has sweat developing on the back of her neck and at her hairline despite the heavily air conditioned kitchen. It settles into the apples of her cheeks as continues to prepare their lunch.

Which, it really is a miracle that she’s capable of finishing all the preparation and plating it by the time Niall walks in. She’s even managed to grab the bottle of whiskey from the top of the fridge without asking Niall to retrieve it for her. She pours it over the ice in a short glass, watching as it melts the cubes just slightly. She hopes he’ll like all of it, too. Niall is usually one to drink beer or water in this kind of heat, but she figures that a small glass of whiskey is a treat for all the hard work he’s doing. Plus, it forces him to slow down enough to enjoy the liquor and cool off for awhile.

Y/N can see the sunburn that has begun its assault on his shoulders. The already tan skin has turned a shade of pink that holds a future of promise of blossoming into a shade of red if he’s outside for any longer. “Whatever you’ve made smells delicious, love.” Niall hums, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head as rounds the corner of the island.

“Thank you.” She grins, leaning upward to receive the peck that Niall has stopped to give her. “Go clean up and I’ll have the table all set when you come back.”

Niall nods and leaves after another peck to her lips.

Y/N busies herself with setting up the table. She places a smaller bowl of salad between two plates of greek wraps. It’s nothing too fancy, but she hardly thinks that Niall is keen on having a hot meal after he’s come inside. Even if he was, she absolutely did not want to be overheating while cooking up a warm meal for him. So, she figures it is more likely a win/win situation for the both of them. Niall returns shortly after she’s set herself down to eat. He’s in a pair of deep blue gym shorts and nothing on top. As he comes to sit down next to her, she can see the freckles that have begun to develop along the expanse of his shoulder and back. Unlike his sunburn, they will likely fade within the next few days.

“Thanks for lunch, Y/N.” Niall says before his eyes land on the chilled glass of whiskey. “And for this. How’d ya know I was cravin’ something stronger?”

“Figured you would after being outside for most of the day.” Y/N shrugs as she answers. Their conversation dies down after that, both of them being too busy with eating to speak. Especially Niall, who goes back in for a second helping of salad. And Y/N lets him because she knows he’s probably built up an appetite.

“I’ve just got to put a few more pieces together and then I’ll be done.” Niall says after Y/N asks him how much longer he’ll be.

“We’ll stay inside after that then, yeah?” She suggests, hopeful that Niall will want to stay in for the remainder of the evening. “I’ll order takeout for us, if you’d like.”

Niall nods, drying off his hands after having finished washing his dish. Y/N lets the rest sit in the sink for now, her mind having drifted to the idea of having a cool shower while Niall finishes up outside.

He kisses her once more on the cheek before stepping out into the yard once again. Y/N paces herself in heading upstairs into the master bathroom. Grabbing her phone from the coffee table so that she can listen to music while she’s showering. She’s even more eager because she’s got a killer playlist that she’d been adding to for the past few weeks.

But, she’s also got other things on her mind as she makes her way upstairs after turning the temperature down just a little bit more.

The images of Niall were shoved aside as they ate. She was starving and in that moment, her appetite had far outweighed her desire for Niall. But, now that she had a clearer head and a shower awaiting her, she couldn’t help but to conjure up those images again.

She’s sure he would be too tired to do much of anything anyway. So, she sees no harm in getting herself off while he put the final touches on their patio furniture. Especially seeing as she doesn’t know how long he will be and Y/N has never been one to be patient about these types of things.

Before long, she’s come to stand in their shared master bathroom. The heated floors don’t feel quite so warm beneath her feet, but she is still aware of the heat that they exude. Their toothbrushes occupy one marbled cup set between two sinks and white, plush hand towel hangs just slightly over the edge of the dark countertop. Two more navy blue towels hang over separate bars that sit next to the shower. There’s still droplets of condensation against the glass, likely from Niall’s shower earlier that morning.

Y/N strips after she’s turned the shower on and found a happy medium between too warm and too cold. She kicks her shorts and bottoms to the corner of the room, closer to the laundry basket. Her top is flung in the same direction moments later. All the while, the sounds of her playlist bounce off the walls of the spacious bathroom.

A soft sigh leaves her lips when the water hits her front. It’s enough of a temperature difference that her nipples pearl and to give her some relief from the high temperatures outside. Her sun kissed skin drinks the moisture as she allows it to wash over her for a prolonged period of time before she turns around.

She reaches for the bottle of cherry blossom and citrus scented soap that lives on the middle left shelf of the tiled shower. Her other hand reaches for her own loofa that hangs from the shower handle. Once she’s put more than enough of the soap on it, it’s only a matter of seconds before it has begun to lather. Y/N hums along to Postpone by Catfish and the Bottlemen and she nods her head along with the beat. And she’s fully enraptured by the song until she’s reached between her thighs, the soap leaving a soapy lather that drips down her thighs as the water drips down from her back. Where she simply can’t help herself from switching the loofa from her dominant hand to the other.

The pads of her fingers dance over her already slick folds, gliding with ease as she teases herself. She reaches down to slide her middle finger from her entrance to her clit, letting it stay there and adding just a slight amount of pressure. Enough to heighten the stirring in her tummy, but that’s it. She teases herself for awhile. Eventually letting the loofa fall to the floor so that her other hand is free to roam her body. It eventually settles at the base of her throat and she applies just a slight amount of pressure. Her small hands aren’t as good as Niall’s, but they’ll do in the moment. Especially when she’s pushed two fingers inside herself after the images of Niall and her own teasing had become too much to bear.

Y/N is chasing her orgasm when Niall enters the bathroom after having called out for her just a few minutes before. He doesn’t need to see her form to know that either. Instead, her whimpers and occasional pants of his name can be heard loud and clear with the acoustics of the space. When he does look at her, though, it has his cock hardening in his shorts. Enough so that if she looked now, she could see the outline of it with only so much as a glance. But, she doesn’t. Her eyes are squeezed shut as one hand drops to cup her breast, a sure sign that she is close to the edge. Niall watches her as she continues to chase it, too. Her shoulders slouching forward slightly and his name like a mantra as it falls from her lips. She falls apart right before his eyes, unraveling at the seams as she cums. A final yelp of his name as her body quakes with her orgasm and her head lulls backward.

He allows her a moment to recoup and steady herself before he clears his throat. It still makes her jump, though. Which, Niall knew it would but it still pulls a strained chuckle from him.

“Fuck,” she mumbles, “You scared the shit out of me.”

It’s muffled by the sound of the shower and music, but Niall can still (just barely) make out what she is saying. “Sorry, love.” He replies, genuinely sorry that he had scared her so much.

Y/N takes in his half naked form from where she stands. Even with steam rising from the shower and blurring her vision slightly, she can see the outline of his cock. It only serves to make her even wetter. Something that she didn’t think was possible considering she can feel herself dripping down her thigh before it’s washed away by the water. “Got off thinking of you.” Y/N begins and she hopes Niall had been in the room to see what an absolute mess she was at the mere thought of him. A groan sounds from deep within Niall’s chest. Because even after all this time, the idea of her getting off to the thought of him was a nice ego boost. Plus, that thought alone was enough to have him muffling his own cries as he cums in the bunk of his tour bus when he’s been away from her for too long. Again, Y/N has hardly ever been good at being patient. So, when Niall is taking too long and absentmindedly palming at himself, she lets out a huff. She’d like to get her mouth around him, if he’d let her. Swallow all that he had to offer before they toweled off and settled in for the night. (Although, Y/N wouldn’t be opposed to another round once they’ve received their takeout). “Niall,” she whines, a pout setting on her lower lip.

“What is it that you want, love?” Niall raises a brow, his hand stroking across the length of himself as he looks at her.

And normally, Y/N is all about niceties. Even when Niall is nipping and sucking at her clit with three fingers buried inside her. Bringing her closer and closer to her climax, but not allowing her to cum just yet. When she’s frustrated to the point of tears because he could be so cruel and dominating when he wanted to be. She still repeats a series of thank you’s as she comes down from her orgasm. Too blissed and utterly fucked out to form any other words. “For you to let me suck you off.”

The statement is so simple and abrupt that it surprises Niall. His eyebrows shoot toward his hairline and he’s becoming almost painfully hard now. After that, he is quick to peel his only item of clothing off and step into the shower. The water alone could have him close to his own orgasm because it feels so damn good against his sunburnt skin. He can feel the heat radiate from his shoulders as he steps closer to Y/N, effectively putting them both beneath the large shower head.

Y/N glances up at him before trailing her eyes down to where the head of Niall’s cock is tinged pink and a light shade of purple. She bites her lip at the sight of him, eager to get her hands and mouth on him. So, she tears her eyes away to lock her gaze with him once again. He’s smirking at her when she does and takes a step closer until she can feel him pressing into her tummy. She isn’t sure if it’s the precum that has dribbled out of the slightly exposed tip or the moisture that has trapezed down both of their bodies to join together. It only takes a moment after that, that she is lowering herself to the ground. The tiles feel cool and hard against her knees, but she doesn’t mind. Not when she is eye level to Niall’s cock. From here, she can see the vein that travels up the side of it and just how much precum as bubbled up at the head. She looks up at Niall with a question and desperate look in her eyes. The doe-eyed expression makes her look too innocent to be doing such a thing, but it only excites Niall more. Especially knowing that she is more than capable of taking him in until he’s bottoming out and she’s gagging around him. “Go ahead.” Niall nods alongside his affirmation.

Y/N relinquishes her lip from the space between her teeth before parting them. He notices that it is plump and slick before it’s gone from his vision as she wraps her lips around him. His head falls back and his jaw slackens as she swirls her tongue over the tip before taking more of him into her mouth. Her small hand makes up for what her mouth can’t currently cover. And between her mouth on him and how her hand glides so easily across him, Niall can’t help but to let out a long fuck.

His eyes have fallen shut, so Y/N takes it as an opportunity to peek up at him from behind her lashes. And she’s glad she does because Niall looks like an absolute dream above her. Chocolate brown hair matted to his forehead, lashes just barely touching the apples of his cheeks, and body glistening with the water that is running down his body. She keeps watching him as she pulls off of him with a wet pop, allowing herself a moment to breathe. Her hand continues to pump up and down his length, twisting her wrist at the tip like she know he likes. He has one fist clenched at his side while his other hand is pressed to the wall beside her. His tongue darts out to lick over his lower lip and his chest has started to rise and fall with his quickening breaths.

With slight reluctance, she tears her gaze away from him. But, the feeling doesn’t stick once her lips are around him and she can feel the heavy weight of him on her tongue. Her hand holds him at the base, this time, as she slowly begins to build up a rhythm. She allows herself time to enjoy the taste of Niall on her tongue. It’s heady and salty, a familiar and somewhat pleasant taste to her. She alternates between self indulgent licks when she needs a moment to breathe and taking all of him until the tip of him touches the spongey back of her throat.

And it’s not long until Niall is ready to cum. The hand at his side is clenching and unclenching as if searching for purchase. Y/N notices it after Niall’s bucking his hips forward slightly, although he’s trying to control himself. And she knows he is teetering off the edge and into oblivion. So, she wraps her fingers around his wrist and brings it to the back of her head before placing them on his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Niall repeats, each reiteration gaining volume. “I’m gonna cum, Y/N. I’m gonna cum.”

Y/N tightens her grip on his hips, keeping him in place as she takes him as deep as she can go. And that’s all Niall needed before he’s painting the back of her throat with his cum. Y/N swallows all of it with ease and pulls off of him. Though, she’s sure to run her tongue along his slit to collect any remaining cum before she glances up at Niall. Who, like her this morning, looks entirely fucked out. And she prides herself with being the reason that he looks as fucked out as he does. It’s from her position on the floor, as she drinks in his form, that she decides Niall doesn’t just look like an absolute dream. Because a dream isn’t accurate enough to describe the vision above her. She thinks fantasy might be a better way to describe him, but she can’t be sure. Because nothing seems accurate enough.

#if there are any mistakes i apologize it is 3am #what is a girl to do tbh #answered #fireawaynjh #my writing #niall blurb #niall horan blurbs #niall horan smut #niall horan drabble #niall horan fluff #niall horan x reader #niall x reader #niall horan one shot #niall one shot #niall smut

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movedyourchair505 · 5 years

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Napule Nights - ventiquattro

And, we have smut again! I can’t believe how lovely everyone is about this story, you’re all wonderful! Thanks again to - you guessed it - Elana, for helping xx

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When Jade stepped out of Turner's office, she almost knocked heads with Kane who was waiting impatiently on the other side of the door, Cook leaning back against the opposite wall.

“Soo?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, tilting her head to the side. “So what, Kane?”

“What 'appened?”

Jade shrugged, looking back at him and crossing her arms in front of her chest, her breasts pushed up underneath the thin material of the playsuit. “Wha-...”

“Evrehfin' alreyht?”

“I...” She paused, thought back for a moment to the way Turner had smiled back at her, the way she remembered it, knew it was now burned into her memory, she couldn't help her own mouth twitching with the hint of a smile.

Kane's face lit up and he let out a shot, grinning from ear to ear, his hand coming down on Jade's shoulder. “Reyht, so you're gunna come to me club openin' tonight.”

“Your club opening?” She questioned, licking her lips as she looked at him. “That's tonight?”

Miles nodded eagerly. “Fookin' excitin', innit? You'll come wif Al, yeh?”

She glanced back at the door of Turner's office over her shoulder, then slowly turned to look back at Kane. “I don't know...” she said.

He waved it off, squeezing her shoulder before walking past her and knocking on the door. “I'll tell 'im” he declared, wiggling his eyebrows, then giving her a wink when Turner's voice rang through the door. “Ya wanna come, reyht?”

She nodded. “Of course” she said.

“Alreyht” he cackled, clapping his hands, his energy beyond comparison. “Oh, one condition though, bella.”

She raised her eyebrows questioningly, waiting for his requirement. “Si?”

“Wear sumfin' sparkleh.”

When Helders opened the doors of the car after the short car ride, Jade was still conflicted due to the fact that she'd expected to meet Turner there, if not in the car. Instead, she'd followed Cook up from her suite to the small entrance hall and saw Turner waiting for her there, walking to the car by her side without a word. It was different seeing him now, she felt more at ease which opened a whole new variety of ways to draw a reaction from him, the shift in him had her more curious than ever before.

His hand was locked in a tight grip on her hip as they entered the club, she could feel the heat of his skin through the tight material of her peachy nude dress, backless with thin straps and a low v-neck line, detailed with rose gold sparkles arranged in patterns scattered over the matte fabric. She'd also paired it with a sparkly pair of heels for good measure.

“The Miles High Club?” She questioned Turner, turning her head to look up at him after reading the flaunting neon sign above the double doors outside.

“I tried teh talk 'im out of it” Turner said, the corner of his mouth twitching into that glorious half-smile that sent shivers down her spine and he leaned closer, his lips inches away from her ear so she could hear over the thudding bassline. It was that now recurring sense of familiarity, and as simple as it was, it carried something insanely attractive for her, had her craving more. “But 'e were so proud when 'e told meh.”

“There's me number one stunner” Kane drawled as he approached them, arms spread out wide.

Turner rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Alreyht, Mi...”

Kane's eyes widened and he cackled, turning to Jade. “Oh, no, Al, I'm talkin' to 'er...” he smirked, kissing both her cheeks. “Ya look fookin' exquisite, bella...”

He was wearing a hot pink suit, tight, seams sparkly, a leopard print shirt underneath. There were bits of glitter in his hair, some fallen down into his stubbled face.

“Thank you” Jade said, taking his hand as he offered it and drew her away from Turner to make her twirl into him. “You've been having fun, then?” She asked, gesturing to the glitter.

Kane raised an eyebrow, then raked his fingers through his hair, pulling out his phone to clean up his face with the help of the screen's reflection. “Alreadeh 'ad a couple o' dances, not gunna lie” he chirped. “Aneh chance the special man of the night will get one from you?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“She dun't work 'ere” Alex stated, his arm looping around her waist again to draw her close to his side.

She looked back at him, licking her lips. “I could” she stated, a glint of excitement sparkling in her eyes, turning to face him, one of her hands resting flat against his chest, smoothing down the jacket of his matte white suit, tight and paired with a black shirt.

“Dun't fookin' fink so” he stated, standing his ground, looking back and forth between her and his best mate, the look on his face unchanged.

Miles sighed dramatically, dropping his phone back in his pocket. “Well, let's 'ave it” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows before walking past them to greet another group of people that had entered, Turner directing her straight to the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey for each of them, one he knew he'd supplied Miles with for the club, one he knew Jade would love.

“Careful, Alexander” she said as they received their order and her fingers closed around the cold glass, a playful smirk plastered across her face. “Don't drink too much, or you might compliment me again.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, his eyes widening as he caught on, tilting his head slightly in disbelief. “I dun't need teh beh droonk teh fookin' compliment yeh, pupa” he drawled, sighing and taking a sip of his drink, his eyes then wandering slowly down her body. He licked his lips. “Yeh look fookin' mindblowin', Jade.”

“Should I blow something else for you too?” She asked, blinking, her expression innocent, the words rolling off her tongue so nonchalantly that she took immense pleasure in seeing his features tense before he got a grip.

“Fookin' low blow, doll...” he said, licking his lips, his jaw stretching slightly.

She smiled sheepishly, taking another sip of her drink. “Mm. Literally.”

“Bicchierinos!”

They drew their gaze from each other, turning to look at Kane approaching with a girl following, clad in a tight revealing dress made up of glittery leather, carrying a tray of shots of which Miles picked one up instantly, then a second and handing Jade and Alex one each, then ringing a third against their glasses and downing it. “Me two beautehs gunna dance wif King Kane?”

Alex cleared his throat, chuckling. “Uh, no.”

“Suit yaself, mate” Miles shrugged, downing another shot and gesturing for each of them to as well, then holding his arm out for Jade once his silent order had been followed. “Takin' ya girl.”

Jade took hold of his arm, turning her head to look back at Turner. He was paying more attention to the way her body moved than anything else, it made her smile that with one cheap joke she had his mind preoccupied with ease, yet she was waiting for his approval.

He snapped out of it, glaring at both of them before leaning back against the bar counter, the girl with the tray of shots eyeing him curiously. “I'll beh watchin'” he announced, eyes fixated on Jade's grip on Miles' arm as he whisked her away.

The club had now filled up, groups of people already dancing, drinking, girls spinning on the poles scattered across the room dipped in bright neon lights, the bass thudding. Alex's gaze followed Miles and Jade across the room, his eyes locked on the way her body moved, the way she swayed, snapped her hips from side to side, touched her hair, herself, the expression of pure joy as she looked around, got lost in her element, and Alex couldn't help but smile to himself at how much she obviously and unapologetically she loved the attention, the other dancers looking at her, drinking her in, but the spark of jealousy Alex felt was short-lived, extinguished instantly by the awareness that she'd looked most satisfied with all eyes on her when she'd entered the club with him, enjoyed and thrived off the gazes she received because she was with him.

Alex watched Miles spin her around, make her laugh and he swore to himself to make her laugh like that again personally before the night was out, watched them become the centre of attention on the dancefloor, a sense of pride filling him that she was there with him, the woman that was getting more attention than any of the girls performing on the poles, his body relaxing when Jade came striding back to him, turning to look at Miles and thankfully taking the drink Turner was handing her. She was slightly out of breath, yet focused more on the flair of drama at the other end of the room where Kane stepped up on one of the platforms a girl had just cleared for him and looked around over the sea of people that slowly were focusing on him as the music slowed and decreased in volume.

“Is 'e gunna give a speech?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at Jade from the corner of his eye. “Oh, fookin'ell...”

“Reyht...” Miles' voice roared as someone handed him a microphone. “Fanks teh all of ya for celebratin' this excitin' night wif meh, I alreadeh kno' weh're gunna 'ave sum phenomenal nights out at the Miles 'igh Club” he announced. “Wanna fank the boy first and foremost, the one and onleh, for makin' this possible, supportin' meh, I appreciate yeh, Al...”

Heads turned to look at Alex and he lifted his glass briefly in acknowledgement, licking his lips, relieved when the attention was back on his friend and he listened closely, absently moved his arm around Jade again, hands gripping her hip possessively, pushing her body closer to his.

She licked her lips, pressed herself against him best she could where she was standing while she focused on Miles' speech, feeling Turner shift slightly beside her. She still had not quite wrapped her mind around it, how he was less tense with her, less on alert which had the same effects on her, but she was aware that this was still the same man next to her that had mercilessly bent her over his desk, spanked her to tears, and it excited her, yet now the excitement of unpredictability was replaced with the anticipation of something else, of something more.

She leaned closer to him, bit her lip and inhaled slowly before she spoke, her lips close to his ear. “Alexander...” she purred, felt him stir beside her, his head tilting, his jaw stretching testament of his full attention and awareness. “Let me suck your cock now.”

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple straining his skin, his grip tightening on her hip as the irresistible blur of rose and expensive liquor began to cloud his mind, had him reeling with the nerve she had, her words a plea rather than an order.

He composed himself, his body tensing. “I bet yehr underwear's soaked through, innit, doll?”

She smirked, her breath tickling his skin. “I'm not wearing any” she revealed, pressing herself closer to him. “And you haven't even touched me.”

He bit down on his lip, his gaze flickering towards her, desperately trying to not give in as easily as he ached to. “Dun't need teh.” He cleared his throat. “And yeh dun't decide when I put me cock in yehr mouth.”

She bit her lip, her mouth practically watering. “Turner...” she whispered. “Please.”

He chuckled darkly, a slight shake of his head. “Jade, Mi's just … yeh can't even fookin' make it through-...”

“He's done now” Jade stated, unimpressed.

“Alreyht, evrehbodeh!” Miles chirped. “Promise teh enjoy yaself. Be nice to me girls.”

The guests once again scattered, and Jade looked expectantly to Turner, longing, desperate for him to give in, begging him with her eyes as she watched him slowly finish the contents of his glass and set his glass down without lifting his gaze from her, then scratching slowly at his jaw.

“Were last night not enough for yeh?” He asked, mockery tinting his tone.

She shook her head, pressing her thighs together to tend to the throbbing emptiness that was becoming gradually more unbearable. “Alexander...” she said slowly. “I need you to fuck me.”

He swallowed hard, the lack of shame and fluster on her face drawing him in beyond reason, it was irresistible that she wasn't subtle about how badly she wanted him, out of nowhere told him what she craved, pratically begged for him to wipe that smug smile off her face, to force her into submission again. “Yeh're gunna 'ave teh fookin' earn tha'...”

“Anything” she whispered. “I'm yours, Alexander.”

Alex struggled to compose himself when he felt his hand slowly run up the back of his neck, her nails scratching lightly at his skin, then drifting effortlessly through his hair, stroking, tugging just slightly and he breathed out shakily.

She knew it wouldn't take much now, especially now that she'd been allowed a glance behind his mask of power, and indifference, and she knew that he probably regretted just how much he'd shown her, she wanted badly to assure him that he had nothing to worry about, that she held no judgement, that she didn't view him any differently, that she still admired his endless power.

“Let me worship you, Alexander...” she whispered. “Don't you want me on your knees for you?”

She saw him tense, then turn his head. “Dun't yeh dare move” he ordered, reluctantly drawing his warm hand from her hip, approaching Kane in a sea of people on the other side of the room, a number of girls fighting for his attention. Turner walked right through, spoke merely a few words and held out his hand, received a wink from his best mate, then returned wordlessly to Jade at the bar, holding a keycard and had her walking with a simple cock of his head, stretching his fingers as he tried to hold on, hold on until they were alone to wipe that satisfied smile off his face.

His hand came down on the small of her back, guiding her forward and up a small set of spiral stairs, leaving most chatter behind, the volume of the music decreasing, then into a secluded room with tinted pink walls, velvet sofas lining the walls, several poles standing tall on little platforms.

“Mmmm, do you want me to dance for you, Turner?” She asked as she turned around, that glimmer of playfulness in her eyes seeking to seduce him only fuelling his desire to put her in her place and he was right there as soon as the door fell shut, his long fingers decorating her throat like a tight necklace and he stepped forward until the back of her legs met the edge of the sofa, forcing her down, her eyes wide, reflecting merely her anticipation, drinking in his every move in desperate curiosity of what was to come next.

“Mmm, and I thought you'd be nice to me when you fuck me now...” she mumbled, holding his gaze, licking her lips seductively.

“Wha' makes yeh so sure I'm gunna fuck yeh, pupa?” He drawled, gritting his teeth, his jaw locked, tense. “Why should I give in teh yehr sudden urges, eh? Yeh're so fookin' needeh, it's embarrassin'...”

She swallowed, committed to not allow him this win, not when she wanted to draw so much more from him. “Don't act like you don't like it...” she whispered, pushing her lower lip forward in a sultry pout. “I know how much it turns you on, hearing that I think about the way you take me, that it makes me want you all the time...”

He bit his lip, his eyes fixated on hers watchfully. “D'yeh fink about meh when yeh touch yeh're alone in yehr bed?” He asked in more of a statement than a question. “D'yeh fink about 'ow I fook yeh when yeh touch yehr little wet cunt?”

She breathed shakily, unable to resist the temptation of imagining it now, cursing him for how easy he could play her game and win with her own tricks and she gasped when his fingers gave a squeeze on her neck.

“Answer meh, doll.”

“Y-Yes...” she breathed. “You like that, don't you?”

He groaned, his eyes wide, his face tense with concentration, slowly shaking his head. “Yeh're so fookin' desperate for me approval, aren't yeh?”

Her gaze wandered slowly, from the stretch of his jaw, the slow movement of his lips to the curve of his nose, a desperate sound of need escaping her lips when his fingers once again tightened around her throat.

“Look at meh.”

Her lips toyed with the hint of a smile, she was so desperate that she was now willing to really push and see how far she could go. The security she had now made this game gradually more fun. “Is that how desperate you are for my attention, Turner?”

His brows furrowed, he blinked, bit down on his lip, then blinked again, unable to believe the nerve she had. “Jade, if yeh keep talkin' back teh meh, I might joost end up fookin' yeh, but I'm gunna do it so agonisingleh slow tha' yeh're gunna beg for me forgiveness, beg for meh teh fook yeh until yeh cry...”

“Mmm...” she mumbled, her mind reeling, yet she tried to compose herself, her voice nonetheless shakier than she would have liked. His promises, the images he painted with just his deep voice, that low drawl she ached to hear praise her while he drove himself inside her, it drove her mad, had her body trembling with lust under his firm grip. “I think I'm done begging” she declared. “Didn't do anything earlier...”

His eyes darkened. “Dun't yeh underestimate meh...”

“I know you don't do slow, Alexander...” she stated confidently.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, I fookin' will, pupa, if it means torturin' yeh and gettin' yeh teh cry for meh teh fook yeh.” He squeezed her throat again slightly. “I'll do anehfin' teh prove me point, Jade.”

“And what is your point exactly?”

“Tha' I can get yeh teh do anehfin'...”

She licked her lips again. “Mmm, I told you that earlier, and you didn't seem to care, Turner” she said.

“Beg for meh again and I might joost change me mind. Might actualleh fook yeh instead of leavin' yeh desperate, empteh … soakin...”

She sighed dramatically. “I guess I'll have to help myself then...”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Jade, I can 'ave yehr toys taken aweh...”

Her eyes widened. “Turner, you wouldn't dare.”

He smirked. “Beh a good girl then, Jade. Get down on yehr knees like yeh said yeh would. Ask meh niceleh teh give yeh wha' yeh want.”

She whimpered as he pulled her up, fingers tight around her throat, then pushing her down effortlessly to her knees, looking down at her expectantly.

“I kno' yeh like tha'...” he said. “Get so wet when I call yeh tha' so why dun't yeh be'ave now?”

She shook her head. “I won't beg to suck your dick again, Turner.”

He scratched his jaw, tilting his head to the side. “I'm losin' me patience, Jade...”

She was now at the point where she worried that he really would lose his patience, prove his stupid point by just leaving, and she couldn't afford that, had gotten him this far and the way she longed for him now, physically ached for him to fuck her was unbearable, she was barely able to think straight now, could only focus on the delicious stretch his cock provided when he fucked her, held her down and had his way with her, but her pride, her newfound confidence, it fuelled her to challenge him because she knew that's what he most of all craved.

She pushed herself up, had already worked him up so much, yet the look on his face when her face was on his level again was priceless, the fire in her eyes irresistible and Alex could hardly contain himself. He burned for her.

“Turner...” she spoke, her voice soft, coaxing and she brought up her hand, dragged her flat hand up his chest, pushing his chain across his collarbones, held her breath before loosely closing her fingers around his throat, breaking the silence before he would, before he would come down harder on her than she could ever anticipate. “Why don't you beg me to suck your cock, cucciolo?”

For a moment, the only thing audible was the slow exhaling of air as Alex tried desperately to stay calm, to not fall into her trap because she was playing right into his need to assert his dominance, because he loved it, loved how she pushed herself higher and higher each time to feel more powerful than him, enjoyed it greatly to put her right back into her place, but he didn't want to give her satisfaction just yet, no matter the anger creeping up inside him at her the nerve she had, the audacity.

“Jade” he drawled, calmly, not moving a muscle.

She smiled, biting her lip. “Yes, Alexander?”

“Dun't underestimate 'ow 'ard I'll spank yeh.”

She breathed shakily, forced her eyes to stay open, steady as they threatened to flutter, roll back from just the image in her head of her bent over his knee, juices running down her legs as he brought his palm down on her ass repeatedly, or his belt, while forcing his cock down her throat. She pressed her lips together to not allow herself to drool. Instead, she forced herself to stand her ground. “I've had worse.”

A blink, a stretch of his jaw and he snapped, with one swift move his fingers closed around her wrist, turned her arm and spun her around, locking both her hands behind her back under his firm grip and pushing her forward, her knees buckling as she knelt on the sofa and her pushed her face down on the backrest.

“Wha' the fook are yeh playin' at, pupa?”

She whimpered, wiggling her ass towards him as her dress was pushed up, her ass exposed in front of him due to the lack of underwear. “Mmm, you don't like that, do you?” She hummed, mumbling against the satin material. “Don't like thought of someone fucking me better?”

The muscles in his arms tense, he tried to breathe calmly, tried to tell himself that she thrived off the anger he offered, the way he couldn't handle even a twinge of a threat to his dominance. But she kept going even in the vulnerable position he'd reduced her to.

“Don't like thinking about the other men that got to touch me?” She teased. “Don't like thinking about how it felt? How wet they had me? How I screamed their names?” She was bluffing now, and she was sure he knew that, because while of course she'd had good sex, lots of times, no one had gotten her as desperate, had challenged her, had made her scream and cry as much and as good as Turner had.

“Nobodeh can fookin' take care of yeh like I can...” he groaned, nudging her legs and they fell apart for him almost automatically, her whole body shuddering when his fingers forced their way into her wet heat, the cry that fell from her lips indescribable, like nothing he'd ever heard from her, thick with desperation and desire. “Mmmmm, exactly” he groaned. “Dun't fookin' lie teh yehrself...”

She tried to push back into his touch, lifting her head and looking at him over her shoulder, the way he enjoyed so much to unwind her irresistible, the authority in his demeanor, she had to contain herself to not let go right there and then, cum pathetically around his fingers before he'd even properly touched her.

“D-Did you see everyone looking at me out there?” She whispered, her voice trailing off into a soft cry of pleasure as he started to finger her hard, driving his fingers inside her with increasing force.

He swallowed hard. “Jade, I'm fookin' warnin' yeh...”

She whimpered as he curled his fingers hard inside her. “S-Stop warning me and actually prove your point, Turner...”

He growled, drawing his fingers out of her and earning himself a desperate cry, her eyes wide with need as she looked back at him. “Tha' wha' you want?” He asked, his voice barely restrained now. “For meh teh let go?”

She moaned. “Oh, please, Alexander...” she whispered. As much as she wanted him to force his cock into her mouth, for him to spank her until she would be sore and marked for days, she had never been so wet, her juices leaking out of her and running down her inner thighs, she'd never been teased out of her mind like this, and the thought of his cock filling her was the only thing she could think of, knew that she wouldn't be able to have him deny her now, and she realised she might have taken it too far, too lost in her game of risking how far she could build him up, only to go too far and defeat its entire purpose.

“And 'ere I were, finkin' yeh was gunna follow me rules, like yeh said … joost can't fookin' be'ave...” He slammed his flat hand down on her ass, making her jerk forward and cry out at the unexpected roughness.

“I'm sorry” she whimpered, tears stinging in her eyes from the intense blow.

“Tha's rehyt...” he growled, another smack following.

“T-Thank you” she whined. “Thank you, Alexander...” She was ready to do whatever it took now, had overestimated herself once again.

Blow after blow followed, hard and merciless. “F-Forgive me...” she sobbed, gasping when he spanked her again to cut her off. “T-Thank you, I … Tu-... Alexander, I'll do anything.”

“Do as I say, pupa, tell meh I own yeh.” Smack.

“Y-You own me” she moaned, her body trembling in defeat.

“Tell meh yeh'll do wha'ever I tell yeh.”

She nodded eagerly. “I'll do whatever you want.”

He spanked her again, then stepped back, the lack of touches had her writhing for more, her body shaking when she heard his belt buckle, crying out when the tip of his cock was lined up with her entrance, poked into her slightly and his hand came down on her hip to hold her steady as she sought leverage with her hands now free to move again, his own smoothing down her back to soothe her as he saw her still trembling.

Unable to control himself any longer, he pushed his hips forward, her throbbing heat enveloping him gratefully, the way she pushed back against him so tempting he didn't find it in himself to stop her, the way she arched her back, the curve of her ass, it was irresistible, her body shaking with pleasure, a long moan of relief ringing off the walls.

“This is wha' yeh wanted, principessa?”

She whined, started picking up the pace, desperate, urgent when she realised he was allowing her to move, did not keep her hips restrained with his usual firm grip, merely fell into a sync rhythm with her, and she reveled in the feeling of taking what she wanted, her walls burning, squeezing around his throbbing length, better than she remembered, always overwhelming and even better than she could picture in her mind, the way he filled her unmatchable.

He groaned, his lips parting reluctantly each time she pushed her hips back on him and he drove his own forward to meet hers, hypnotised by her, posture faltering when she looked back at him once again, her eyes half-open, laced with lust and he thrust inside her harder, forced her eyes to roll back and her voice to shake before she could even speak, desperate to dominate her because if she challenged his authority in a position like this, what else was she capable of?

Without a warning, he reached forward, fingers once again securely locking around her throat and he bent forward his chest pressed against her back, the way her heart raced almost making his knees weak. The fear of losing his dominance, of having to share it, of having already shared too much had overcome him now, was eating him up beyond reason and he squeezed her throat, buried himself deep inside her and held himself there, reveling in the way her legs shook and she took him gladly, took whatever he gave her.

“Tell meh” he drawled, his lips pressed to her ear, heat radiating off him through his clothes, overwhelming her with that scent. “Tell me yeh're not gunna leave meh.”

She could feel his breath on her skin, tense, frozen as he spoke so huskily, desperate, a plea rather than an order.

“Promise meh.”

She whimpered, the agonising lack of friction had her reeling, her mind clouded with lust to the point where she couldn't think straight, his cock buried deep inside her, throbbing, filling her so good she was struggling to breathe. “I-I...” she whispered, trying desperately to find her voice, knowing it couldn't fail her now. He pinned down in the most vulnerable position possible but she would have told him either way, would have sworn and promised him had she been on top of the world with him. “I promise” she cried, sobbing out her vows.

He breathed out shakily, his concerns soothed and pushed to the back of his head, the way she submitted to him, yet had so much power within where he held her, it had him weak and he felt his dominance reignited, his confidence, drew back just to drive himself inside her, again and again and standing up straight, watching her writhe as he screwed her mercilessly.

She took it gladly, overwhelmed and weakened by his sudden moment of need, sensing there was more to it but she knew that just like the previous night, there was no exploring it now, the hard thrusts of his hips against hers, his cock driving inside her and stretching her repeatedly had her so wet and desperate that she was no fearing disappointing him again, so close to letting go despite a lack of command.

“A-Alexander...” she dared to whisper.

He groaned, both his hands smoothing slowly down her back before one snapped up to grab her hair, wrapping it around his fist for leverage, fucking her harder, each thrust abrupt, deep, punishing. His threats discarded, he was now aching to release, the way she submitted to him enough to tame his anger about her disobedience. “Fank meh when yeh let go and yeh're allowed teh cum...”

She nodded eagerly, whining at the way he pulled her hair back, fucked into her again, again, then snapped his hips forward and buried his cock deep inside her, grunting as his cock twitched inside her, pulsing, the continuous spurts of his release coating her walls, drawing her orgasm from her, her walls squeezing around him as she came with a desperate whimper, her walls melting around him, her body trembling. “T-Thank you...” she sobbed, tears running down her face. “Thank you, Alexander...”

He hummed, satisfied, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath, only pulled out of her once he was sure the waves of her orgasm had passed, groaning when he slipped out of her heat, instantly missing the snug fit. “Fookin'ell, Jade...”

She took a breath, her legs shaky as she turned around and stood up, adjusting her dress, biting her lip as she looked at him, their juices mixing and running down her legs. She quickly pressed them together, looking back at him as he tucked himself back in, then turned away from him to open the door.

“Jade” he said, the soft drawl making her freeze and she turned back to him, followed the nod of his head and stepped closer, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Yes?” She asked, her heart beat faster again as his hand came down on the small of her back, the other cupping the side of her face and before she knew it, he pressed his lips to hers, captured them in a deep kiss, searing and needy, and laced with all the affection the way he fucked her lacked and she returned it gladly, needily, starved and overwhelmed by his scent, the warmth of his lips, the passion and the fire in the way he kissed her.

The kiss, the way he'd taken her had her mind in a blur of lust, reveling in the afterglow for the rest of the night and she knew that once she'd come to her senses again she'd curl up in bed and fuck herself to the thought of his cock pounding her, rubbing her clit and crying his name until her throat was hoarse, lost deeply in thought as she watched Turner talk to acquaintances that came up here and there, yet always coming back to her, steadying her when it seemed she stood wobbly on her heels, arm locked tightly around her hip as they made their way to the car after not being able to find Kane, being told he was “havin' it” in one of the private rooms.

They sat in silence and she felt herself getting sleepy, yet forced herself to sit upright until they overcame the short way to the headquarters, her eyes focused on him instead, taking in the way his smooth skin creased with the little smile that crinkled his romanesque nose, the way his fingers folded his lap, his firm thighs clad by the tight suit, his chain now readjusted.

It took a while for her to realise that they had been driving for longer than earlier, only then turned to look out the window, and the car already came to a stop, Helders opening the doors before she could question Turner. “W-What...”

Turner raised an eyebrow in confusion when she didn't move, gesturing for her to exit the car, then following closely behind, waiting as she turned around to look at him, irritation spread across her face. “Yeh alreyht?” He asked with a sigh, drawing a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lighting it, blowing the smoke to the side after a drag, the car driving off, Helders and Cook waiting close by.

“I thought you were taking me to the headquarters.”

He shrugged, placed his hand on her lower back and leading her to follow his henchmen. “Yeh're sleepin' 'ere” he stated, unimpressed, now slightly irritated himself.

“You sprung this on me again, I don't even have anything with me” she stated, yet knew better than to seriously resist. This was much better than what she'd had planned.

“Dun't worreh, yeh dun't 'ave teh dance for meh this time” he drawled, his heart skipping a beat at the smile that spread across her face, the small sound of a giggle, faint, yet audible enough to fuel his silent victory.

“Alexander...”

“Jade, 's alreyht” he assured her. “Yeh tell meh wha' yeh need and I'll arrange it.”

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